"Who am I?"
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"Oh, my name's Gravis."
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"Right, I died."
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"Am I alive?"
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"I see. I have been recreated by Death as only a will."
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"I don't have a body."
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"I don't have Energy."
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"I don't have a Spirit."
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"I'm just a will, huh?"
"I really died, huh? The old Gravis has well and truly died. I am simply a recreation made of Death. I am just like someone that has been resurrected with… oh… I don't know the Laws anymore."
Death had recreated Gravis' will.
Why?
Because Gravis was to become the will of Death.
It had chosen him.
Without a will, Death wasn't able to plan and strategize.
However, over an eternity of just flowing and existing, it tended to always make the correct path.
After all, if it didn't, it wouldn't exist anymore.
So, in this never-ending Primordial Chaos, where could one find Death?
