˪✎˥ — ; — The reaper definitely had time in abundance, far more than any of the mortals that wandered by on the street would ever have. It was true that he adhered to a strict schedule, thanks to his work, but he would still outlive these beings by many lifetimes of their species.
He had already lived much longer than most of their grandparents had existed, but it was of no concern to William in the end. It was a simple fact of his existence -- of his species' existence -- regardless of what humans or his own kind thought of it.
None of them were important, save for the one he had come to collect. Though, even that was already at its end, for the crowd gathered around a corpse that had not even yet grown cold was the harsh evidence.
Why the reaper lingered, he did not know.
Perhaps to simply observe the throng's short-lived obsession with the scene of death before them from the side street, but he was uncertain that this was the true answer. It didn't matter; for now, at least, he had the time to waste if he wished to.
So there death remained, just off the side of the main road if any of them felt so inclined to seek him.