INSTINCT SEEMS TO BE TO RESIST THE CHANGES MADE AGAINST ONE'S WILL, EVEN WITH THOSE LIKE MYSELF. IT SEEMS I MUST REMIND MYSELF OF MY NEUTRALITY. [Death's cloak billows just slightly behind him, enough that the bones of his feet begin to show with each step.] I SEE SOME DOORS UP AHEAD. WE MIGHT BE MORE FORTUNATE THAN WE SEEM.