"I can't believe you did it again. You know what happened last time." Her eyes reflected her inner restlessness, piercing her gaze at the old man who, although he was her brother, looked more like her grandfather.

"Dear sister, it won't be like last time. I won't let it happen again." His words were forceful as if he was as sure as he could be of what he was saying, but even that didn't calm his sister down.

She chuckled darkly. "You say it so seriously, but it's not your daughter who has to escort the troubled souls to the other side."

"Death never complained about her role," was his reply. He was avoiding what Time really wanted to hear. He knew that she would not understand his decision.

"You know that's not what I was getting at." Her gaze was even more stern than before. She always knew not to mess with the fragile world she and the others created, but her brother Fate was unteachable. He always thought it was their job to make sure everything went smoothly, but she always believed that people had to learn from their own mistakes.

"It's not an Essence Companion this time. That was a mistake, I admit. I should have known that the witches' pride wouldn't allow them to be together despite their souls being linked," he noted.

"Even so. A Lunar Companion or Essence Companion is not something that should be associated with a hunter," she countered. Her brother was disrupting the natural course of the world, and she knew it could only end in disaster.

Fate sighed. He and his siblings never saw eye to eye when it came to decisions, although they always found some sort of compromise. Neither of them understood his choice to affect human lives despite the fact that they were the ones who created mankind.

"What does the Moon Goddess think of that?" Time asked. She knew how proud her granddaughter was of her creations. She had always spoken of them as perfection, the perfect image of pure souls, and Time was sure that what Fate had done she had taken as a taint of that purity.

"She thinks her precious wolf is suffering. She doesn't see how happy he is in the presence of his Lunar Companion." His tone was almost proud, but he didn't allow himself to be satisfied too soon. Despite what Time thought, he had learned from his mistakes. He did not intend to repeat the suffering he had caused.

“I hope you know what you're doing, my brother.” Her tone, unlike his, was bitter, almost sarcastic. What he did was unacceptable. The only hope she saw was that he didn't choose Blood Companion, otherwise, all would truly be lost.

"You all forget that they are my children too. I wouldn't hurt them," he raised his voice and straightened. Suddenly he no longer looked like a helpless old man but like God, which he really was. In his hands, the cane no longer looked like it was supposed to help him keep his balance, but like something that was about to transform into Excalibur at any moment. His true power was showing.

His sister, however, was undeterred. She snorted and raised her head so that her long white hair rippled at her ankles. She was the one who was once worshiped as Athena, the goddess of war and wisdom. She was not easily intimidated.

"The witch and the hunter died anyway, didn't they?" It almost sounded like she was mocking him. It hadn't been that long since it happened, and everyone remembered well that it was Fate's fault. He played with souls, and they paid the price. And not only them.

"I won't let that happen again," he countered immediately. His white eyes turned a brilliant silver, reflecting not only his power but also his determination.

"Sure," she laughed briefly but darkly, "that's why you chose the same family." Her eyes were no longer following the man in front of her but were fixed on the image in the mist that Fate was watching until she interrupted him. She followed the young man's black hair, the same as his predecessor's, which later ended up covered in blood.