To be honest, he was a little envious of the creatures that walked this path, for they had the privilege of comprehending a concept that he had longed for but couldn't grasp.
DEATH!
But unlike fate and time, where there was a force preventing him from comprehending them, the reason he didn't comprehend death was because he didn't dare to.
Every time he thought about comprehending it, a feeling of absolute death would washed over him; he felt as if he was reaching out to touch someone's private property, and if he ever should touched it without that someone's permission, that someone would sink him into the very death that he lusted after.
This someone was no doubt the death pathfinder.
