And the cold whispers were nothing more than a few drops of fresh water in a stagnated ocean. As much as it pained mankind to die, it is a necessary evil. Humans need to feel pain in order to grow, in order to accomplish; humans need to fear their future and their actions in order to maintain life as they know it. But, him? He was different.

Free from all bonds, unknown to death nor known to life; his pale skin, as white as snow, and his hair – once his most desirable attribute – have grown weary over his melancholy. Immortality. The greatest gift anyone could ever hope for.

The greatest evil anyone could ever experience. Over, and over, and over again.