[ WP ] You tell Death that you will never tire of living no matter how long you live . It makes you a bet that you will and thus grants you true immortality . You 've just lived through the second death of the universe and show no sign of stopping . Death is baffled .

`` Do n't you ever get tired of it?'' 
 
 Death was a quizzical creature, always had been, always wanted to know more about the universe, whichever one that was, but the constant questions had finally started to become something of an irritation. 
 
 I pondered my answer for a while as I watched another head roll. 
 
 *how many is that now? * 
 
 Truth be told I lost count a while ago. 
 
 `` Sometimes, but every time I try to leave, something manages to pull me back in, whether it's some small task for a person I do n't really know, or a grandoise display of my own power, just for fun'' 
 
 I had given Death an honest answer at the very least, His face contorted into something I rarely saw, a small smile, barely noticeable but my greatest strength had always been my ability to perceive the small details. 
 
 Death looked pleased, or as pleased an immortal reaper of souls can be, he observed me for a second longer before offering his reply. 
 
 `` You've watched the same species endure through multiple iterations, watched them flourish, and watched them tear themselves apart, I wonder, old friend, why put yourself through that over and over again?'' 
 
 As reapers of souls go, this particular one was charismatic at the least, not particularly intelligent, but you do n't say that to Death's face. 
 
 `` I put myself through this because each time they do something different, some small change has incredible consequences further down the line, you know of the *butterfly effect* well that's why I keep going, to observe these changes and understand the nature of existence as well as I can, and I do n't think i'll ever tire of it'' 
 
 Death looked shocked, its fingers twitched for a second. 
 
 `` So you'll never leave willingly?'' 
 
 `` No, I do n't think I will'' 
 
 In the split second that followed my answer, Death made it's move, fortunately I was quite agile, dodging the blade proved easy enough, and striking back proved even more so, Death had run out of patience, but in all my years I had learned enough to ensure my own survival, truth be told I do n't think it was skill that kept me alive that day, I was just lucky. 
 
 Besides, Dogmeat found something.
