"How many times must I tell you? - I am bound. I can tell you nothing about the current round outside of giving you hints. And I know how much you love those," he answers, sarcastically rolling his eyes as he turns to adjust something. "But I might as well give them to you anyway."

Death mutters to himself for a few moments more, seeming to think about how precisely he is going to word his responses.

"I cannot answer your first question directly, though you hound me for an answer. I cannot answer your second question, as he and I have different goals. I can answer the last question simply by saying, magic is a force for good, but volatile if put in the wrong hands. That is all I can tell you."