Death looked at Matthew. A shiver went down Matthew's spine, his eyes seemed to stare into his soul.<br/>"You have survived an apocalypse..." Death said in a low, raspy voice. "Twice?"<br/>An exclamation point appeared above Matthew's head, and his face grew pale and he nodded. "How did you know?" asked Flint.<br/>Death sheathed his scythes. "Sixth sense. You've also come into contact with multiple holy beings and artifacts." he said. He took a step towards Matthew. "The sword you wield is forged from the ruins of a holy city. You can talk to spirits." He adjusted his mask. "I like you - we have a lot in common."<br/>Matthew smiled nervously, and shook hands with Death. Death cocked his head.<br/>"You don't talk much, do you?"<br/>Matthew shook his head. "I talk for him." Flint said.<br/>Death nodded, and turned his attention back to Alice.<br/>"So... what now?" he asked. "The beasts are gone."