"Ask me again when you decide to follow the path at your feet," Fate said. "Assuming you make it that far."
They were quiet for a long moment, listening to the ocean. Gabe wasn't going to ask what happened if he failed. He wouldn't let himself fail. He'd floundered up until now. Too much relied upon him for him to continue barreling towards disaster. No more excuses. No more personal weakness.
"Thanks," he said and stood. "Is it a safe guess that I now owe you?"
"Only if you succeed," Fate replied. "I already know what I'll ask for."
"Alright. Wish me luck." Whatever favor Fate asked of Death, it'd be huge.
"I'll see you in an hour."
"Not sure I like the sound of that," Gabriel said, eyeing Fate.
"Chain of events, my friend."
Shaking his head, Gabriel left, headed to the place he knew he needed to be. For the first time since taking over the underworld, he had a small semblance of direction. It wasn't enough to salvage his mess, but it was a start.