"Aye." He said flatly again, staring at her for a moment longer before starting back up the stairs towards her. He groaned in his old age, not really being a fan of stairs, and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "Too many of you young foolish creatures no longer fear death. You should, as there is nothing worse than the cold, empty suffocation of pure darkness." He said the words as he looked her over in a mild disgust. He hated the ones who didn't fear death. He killed them, so they could fear it for that split second before meeting his sword. He looked down to his sword out of habit, the corner of his mouth twitching as he made no attempt to grasp it. He couldn't do that anymore. It hurt too much in his heart to do it.
"And only those undeserving live more than one life." He spat almost bitterly, not bothering to look up again. He was certain that he had meant all the others-- such as Jack-- who cheated death time and time again, but deep down it was meant for himself. "Aye. Even those who live forever fear Death." Again, he spoke this almost entirely to himself.