Death turned Despair around.

"Father! What are you doing?" Whisper asked, riding Secret up next to him.

"I need to prove War's innocence. The Crow father may know a way." Death said, his orange eyes burned with determination.

"The crow father?" Whisper asked in a low voice. She looked up the snowy path her father had been taking.

"You're either with me or you can go back home." Death said, turning away from her. Whisper stared at his back with determination.

 "No father, you have been alone on too many adventures, I will come with you this time." Whisper said, pulling Secret up next to Despair. Death looked over at his daughter, they were both on the same eye lever now, reminding him once again she was no longer a child. Death nodded with respect for his daughter.