[ It's once she's gone that William lets out a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding. Her response was far tamer that he'd been prepared for. No yelling or slamming of doors. He'd half expected to get slapped across the face for breaking the promise he'd made to her all those years ago. He's not sure if this reaction is better or not.

As the months went by, Will found himself ignored by her, only speaking with her when it was absolutely necessary. Not unexpected, but it was when she suddenly came back into work with a smile on her face that William found himself feeling...well, he wasn't quite certain. An odd mix of relief, sadness and a tad of unfounded jealously that he couldn't understand in the slightest.

It clung to him for literal years, but his pride and depression kept him from approaching Grell to inquire on it. At least until, one afternoon, it dawned on him. All the pieces clicked into place and he quickly flipped through his binder to the current date. He'd noticed an odd file when he'd handed Grell her assigned reapings for the month, but now he saw it. One mortal who's death was noted as undetermined. How he had forgotten to look into it, he wasnt sure, but now he understood without any inquires to management.

Now he stands on a nearby roof top. The woman whose fate was undetermined laying dead upon the ground, soul still not fully reaped. And there was Grell, pleading for a retched demon to spare her. In a split second William's scythe shoots down, blocking the blow that would have taken her from him completely. ]