Gabriel leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in Death’s words. ❝Yeah, well, I didn’t always see it that way. The weight I carry—it used to break me. But somewhere along the way, I had no choice but to make it work for me, or it’d crush me entirely. I guess I’m still figuring out how to keep that balance. As for us being on first-name terms sooner... I suppose that’s possible, but I wasn’t exactly in a place where I was looking to make friends. But now, of course, you're invited to all our next festivities.❞ He chuckled, taking a long swig of his drink. ❝Funny how things turn out, huh? And yeah, I get it—Death isn’t always the villain in every story. But that doesn’t mean it’s any easier to carry.❞ He glanced at the other man, meeting his gaze with a subtle challenge. ❝I’d say you’re just as much a product of it as I am.❞
"That is true, I am a product of my weight and the struggle that it gives me each day but I think that I have done my best to juggle it and my personal feelings on the subjects that weigh me down. I have been broken and put myself back together many times over the years so that now I would rather not open up about things like it." Death looks at Gabriel and chuckles "I should hope that I'm invited, I do love a good party like I said and that was one hell of a party you threw the last time." He nods his head as he listens to Gabriel's words about not looking for friends "I don't think that I ever look for friends but I always seem to find them anyway. I don't know if I'm lucky that way or cursed. All they are going to do is die on me and I will then have to go and collect them but everything dies Gabriel and I mean everything." Death then cocks an eyebrow at the other man and gets a thoughtful look on his face "But I am a bad guy in enough of them that it's the only thing people notice. People don't see the beauty in death anymore Gabriel."