Death

Death in this book is a personification of a concept. He (I'll use he) doesn't really have feelings for particular victims. He does this for a living. Well a living in a metaphysical sense anyway. Let’s just says it's what he does. We do get some generalizations out of him. He notices the war is keeping him extra busy (did he get overtime?) He also notices the general nature of people, "I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugliness and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both." (p. 491) Death seems to become more fascinated with humans as the novel progresses but he doesn't cry or cheer over particular individuals.