“I’ve never seen you.” he answered pointedly. He was dead, after all, which seemed like it should count as a close call if ever there was one. He looked down at the bloody towel wadded in his hand. “It’s not a bath. I just took off my clothes.”
Nevertheless, he accepted the clean towel and stood holding it as he had done with the dirty one, twisting it between his hands.
“What do you mean it’s not a good thing?” He answered, almost sounding defensive. “It’s mine; I made it.” He raised the towel to his face to scrub halfheartedly.
“What do we need to talk about? Aren’t we already talking?” He moved over the fence where he’d left his- now almost too clean- clothes to dry and began to pull his pants back on.
"Very true, we are already talking but we're not talking about what I want to talk about which is how I can take the souls of all these people out of here with me when I go because strong you might be but not strong enough to capture Death in your little word. I could offer you a deal for them you know, you are one of them but I could give you back your life again with the touch of my hand." He laughs then and pops his neck while looking at the other man, grinning "Or I could offer you many other things if you wanted them in exchange for the souls I sense trapped here but that's up to you Walter." Death cocks an eyebrow at him then and watches as he goes over to the fence to put on his clothes "Those things that were following you since this place and the stuff in it is all yours then why did it look like they were hunting you?"
His eyes narrow then he gets a thunderous look on his face "And I want to know why you didn't see me because if you're dead you should have. I will find out and when I do whatever happened will be dealt with because we can't have it making anymore spirits like yours or I'll be making deals left and right. I don't offer deals normally but this is a case of something that is out of my field of knowledge." Death then gets a thoughtful look on his face "Which with as long as I've lived is something that doesn't come up very often. I mean when you've lived as long as I have you experience a little bit of everything until you think nothing will surprise you anymore, then something like this comes along."
