"A few remnants of my past.. From him."
This simple answer ignited the flames of indignation in Sacrifice, who felt attacked and embarrassed. He was being accused of meddling in human matters, and while not untrue, for it to be pointed out in front of so many low tier aspects of existence was too much of an insult.
With a powerful motion, he barged in between the two aspects of existence who had been conversing in front of him, pushing them aside, and strided towards the young man and old lady. "How many of my servants are suffering at the mercy of your filthy power?" He asked with a flat voice.
It was only after asking this rhetorical question, that he acknowledged the presence of Death, in front of whom he bowed politely. "Lady Death. I hope you can arbitrate on this matter for us." He then added. In his tone Daniel could hear a degree of reverence. A given, considered how deeply the existential powers of sacrifice and death were tied together.