‘All that breathe between the stars must die,’
said Kin-Bright, fury-curt. ‘Why tell my death?’
Because it's always awkward when your horse/giant robot is divinely inspired to tell you about your end.

The poet they probably shouldn’t have sent. I watch anime and am sometimes accused of reading books. I'm writing a long gay giant robot story in verse—probably this millennium's best yuri mecha epic poem, through lack of competition.
'Now praise those names on tombs of steel engraved | And toll this rotting country’s countless bells.'
‘All that breathe between the stars must die,’
said Kin-Bright, fury-curt. ‘Why tell my death?’
Because it's always awkward when your horse/giant robot is divinely inspired to tell you about your end.