[He hums, a small affirmative grunt as he casts about for what to say. What story to share that would not underline the horror of the current situation. Something light.

Ah, yes - another poppy pulled and cast down into the pool of blood below.

That one.

...A long time ago - centuries - the King of Dreams and Death went to a tavern, nearby where London now sits. Death loved life in all its forms, all that humanity created, while the Sandman... well. Back then, he did not share such a kind opinion.

[Pull. Drop. Pale fingers all stained red.]

They came upon a drunken man who, loudly, declared that dying was foolish. That anyone could live forever, if they simply wanted to. The Sandman and Death were amused by this...and they decided to set a wager.