Why should death be cold? Why should death be cruel? Causing more pain than needed? For I am death and death is glory. Should death not be a warm embrace after a freezing end? Should death not be healing after a wound? Respite after torture? A release from misery? Why am I labeled as evil and life everything just?

Life made a mistake, and out of necessity. I was born. With no end to a life, what is the meaning of it? To live forever is to live without meaning. To live without the risk of an end is to be uncaring for what you have.

Death is not a tragedy dear child. Without death, life would suffocate, it would smother. All would be lost to eternal misery without an end.... Hero, you died with a purpose. You died fighting, living, thriving for a cause that was just. In the end all who are created come to me, but not as equals. You, Hero. Had a good death.