"I do not subject anyone to my will, Felih." Death's sunken eyes harden then. "I find that assertion rather insulting, actually. And to answer your question - no, I can't do anything. I can only do what Death is capable of doing. It may seem a lot, to mortals, but it is not limitless."

At Felih's last question, Death seems a little sad for Felih's sake, and a bony hand gently presses against his chosen's shoulder. "It is possible for Haurchefant to be chosen as a Traveler. But it is not up to me to choose whom is brought here; that is all by Fortune's design. I can only mark beings for my team when they are here. I do not wish to lie to you: I think it is a very small chance. But it is a chance. That's... all I can tell you, really."