"Is it?" Death asks, frowning. "You would ask me to ascribe to SAGE's school of thought, then? An intriguing prospect. But much like the one next to me, SAGE is a little too inactive. I prefer a little more change than that. One can reflect on themselves a long while, true, and it may even be good for them... but in the end, something must be done about it."

Death draws a heavy sigh, then, his bony ribcage prominently sinking back into his chest. "Disaster is many things to many different beings, this is true. But I can agree with you on this: your visit to Moebius was a wretched disaster."