But it did remind me of the death I was sure of. Tobias; my former apprentice and adopted son. The truth still hurt in the small pit of my soul that remembered the boy who I raised. The boy who I treated so poorly, causing me to have tremendous reservations of having children in general. It was morbidly poetic that it was I who laid the killing blow. That I was the one to release him from the pain and anger he has harbored for centuries. There was so much to ponder about him; how he caused so much chaos in the world and led to the point of bringing Death into the world. I wondered what had caused him to get to that point. What steps led him to somehow reach out to Death and speed up the cosmic being’s plans. 