“I’m older than many of the mountains we’ve passed,” he says. “I have seen the world before humans ever touched it.” And he will see the world after humans leave it. “And what about Death?” I ask, switching topics a little. “What about him?” the Reaper asks. “You mentioned how you were worse than Pestilence and War,” I say, “but what about Death?” Famine holds my gaze for a long minute, then gives me a slight nod, like he’s conceding a point to me. “Nothing is worse than him.”
