How fragile you are. So small and week. Your life force like tiny flame, all it would take is one blow and that would be it. You would be gone. I wonder, why I allow you to live. I owe you nothing, what could a pitiful mortal such as you possibly done for me. Yet… I find my self-compelled to leave you untouched, to let you grow. Why? I feel no mercy, no remorse for the many of lives I have ended. I feel no pain or pity. So why, when your time came did I not end you. Why did I let you remain on earth when your soil should have been reaped? Few are more ancient or as wise as I. who could I possibly turn to. To seek guidance. Should I have taken your life? Tell me boy should I have brought you to the land of the dead. But of course you can't see me, I am an eternal entity, forever watching, forever alone. Never before have I, the reaper of souls failed in my duties. This boy… this ghost must be something very special indeed.