Once, I was burying one of my dead selves, and the Grave-Keeper strolled by.

Grave-Keeper: That’s my job, Watcher

I: Then why haven’t you done it?

Grave-Keeper: I cannot, for you have hidden your dead selves from me.

I: No, I have hidden nothing. Listen to what I say — You, Grave-Keeper, cannot find my dead selves because you look in the wrong places.

Grave-Keeper: I am the Grave-Keeper. If anyone would know where to find corpses, it is I.

I: Corpses yet, but you assume my dead selves are corpses. A corpse may rot, but death may yet teach.