our coming of age has come and gone

It has become entirely too common now for Death to pull Harry into the Ether (or whatever it's called) for a chat. The chats are always one-sided, never voluntary, and sparingly useful. Being a creature and living for many millennia gives one a taste for philosophical musings, evidently.Their conversations range from a pesky soul Death collected that day to the meaning of life. This isn't unique to him, Death assures, all those who Mastered Death were subjected to it. Harry asked Death about the other Masters. He receives no reply because Death is an obnoxious fuck.Or,Harry Potter existential-dread-inducing conversations with ancient beings.