"Enough all of you, enough. The Supreme Lord of Hell wants him unharmed and unspoiled." He says.

The crows back off.

"Iruk hapata unuruk." They all caw.

They fall back into the smoke. Too far for anyone to really see. I let out a breath.

"I... I am lucky you showed up." I say.

"You're learning. You show much promise." He puts his hand on my shoulder.

A question was nagging at the back of my head? I look up at him.

"Let me ask you something, what do you think of me?" I ask.

He stops and looks at me. 

"What a remarkable question." He ays.

"Everyone thinks of me as a monster. Do you?" I ask.

"No... not a monster, but death." He says.

I draw back from him.

"Death?" I repeat looking up in surprise.

"You are the figure of death. You are what people fear. You kill without conscious. Yes, you are the figure of death." He says.

"Is... is that what you think of me?" I say.

"The better question is- do you think of yourself that way?" He asks.

"... I don't know." I say.

"We have plenty of time for you to think about it." He says.

"Okay. I will." I say chasing after him.