" Because I don’t want it to be true!” I hissed. “I don’t want to live in a world that you’re not in. You and I belong together. I am Death, but you give me life. Your loss would stop time and blacken the skies. Your death would be my apocalypse.” The mechanical doll groaned, emitting another cackle. I pointed at it. “If you died, my soul would die, too, and I’d turn into that fucking thing. A creaking, empty, dead-eyed husk devoid of real life. Do you understand? "

― C.N. Crawford , Court of Dreams (Institute of the Shadow Fae, #4)