Death

All I have can be taken in an instant. All knowledge and ability mean nothing. Beauty is the only remedy for the pain I feel but it seems so far away. Maybe I’ll never have it. Is it worth facing the overwhelming odds on the tiny chance that I could reach it? Even when one mistake could ruin everything forever?

Despair

Catatonic. No control. At the bottom of a hole with no way out. After a lot of effort, I put myself together and begin to climb, only to fall back to the bottom and break into pieces. I don’t know how long I can keep trying.

Death and the Hanged Man

When it is time for the Hanged Man to stop venturing out into the dark unknown, Death is there. She can empathize with his strange and disturbing experiences, something impossible for most. During this crucial turning point which changes him forever, she mourns with him and advises him to seek a home in beauty rather than in truth.

Relationships with Other Types

Helped by Death