Perhaps guessing what Su Ming was thinking, Death changed her form. She turned herself into a beautiful woman with satin-like black hair and a voluptuous figure.
She winked at Deathstroke and said with a smile, "Do you think this makes me seem more human? But that is merely a difference between appearance and essence. What I show others is the most easily understood nature of death. The moment anyone sees me, they know they are dead, and I have no need to explain it to them. After all, there is no afterlife here."
Su Ming shook his head. "None of that matters. Your true natures are both conceptual entities. Your outward forms do not affect your existence, and how you fulfill your duties is your choice. What I care about is the relationship between you and her, like the relationship between Wade and me."
Death nodded in sudden understanding and lightly bit her black lips. "I see. I cannot say too much. There are people above watching over everything. I can only say that we are both Death, but I am not her. Yet we have an inexplicable, predetermined connection, just like Wade and you."
"The same concept produced differences because of differing imaginations at the time of creation. I understand." Su Ming rose to his feet. Though Death seemed to have said nothing, he had already obtained the information he wanted. "I'm leaving. You can play with Wade. Perhaps the next time I come, I'll have new questions."
"Wait. I am grateful that you sent Wade here, so I must give you something in return. Equivalent exchange is also one of the laws of the universe."
Holding the Soul Stone, Death stood up. She extended a finger and tapped the back of Su Ming's hand. From beneath the skin