[He doesn't know any other gods of death, aside from her. It's possible she has acolytes, of course- lesser gods in tandem, operating under more specific circumstances than him. He is a bounty hunter and warden; he hunts down those who have already made mistakes, stops the world from ending as a result. Maybe this other god is in charge of stopping them before it gets to that point- or well, he'd like to hope as much.]

I see.

[He tucks the feather back into his pocket protectively. Maybe he can try to contact her again later. Maybe she'll know.]

Well. I suppose that doesn't technically fall under my jurisdiction. Though I really should have received some kind of briefing about you. It's not good to just have people running around that have died so many times without notifying me.

[Death bureaucracy, right?]