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There were times when a sense of seriousness wound its way through Silas' heart. Occurrences were rare and the old man treated it like a fatal illness. The moment he went into the living room and felt a presence he was all to familiar with, he took his bag of crisps and hot chocolate and retreated to the roof.
Death herself was in the building. Silas was cursed with never seeing her face, but as a doctor he knew all too well when she was near. Too many of his friends and colleagues had walked into her embrace. There were days when he wondered what she was like. Most the time he silently cursed her for inconvenient timing, but then he remembered the peaceful look on his Martha's face when she passed. Death was a blessing and made life all the more sweet.
The old man sat on the edge of the roof, overlooking the garden and sipped on his hot beverage. An end was coming. Those with old bones like himself knew it all too well. The doctor was content to sit on the sidelines and watch whatever plot Eiji had unfold - that idiot never understood that it was better for the world to never intervene. Though Silas recalled many times throughout his life where he was an idiot too. Emotions were meant for those with a short life span. It was definitely a flaw in the design of those who have seen the dawn of a dozen ages.
Eiji left the building, Silas could see his head from his vantage point on the roof. His old ears prevented him from hearing what looked like a one sided conversation, but the man could put two and two together. Death and Eiji were coming to some sort of arrangement. It was unsettling. Bargaining with Death was the primary lesson in "How to screw over your life 101". Throughout history the devil had been more accommodating.
The building manager went back inside after his conversation. Silas sighed heavily and finished his potato chips. This was going to be one hell of an ending.