"There is always potential for life. Destroying this spark would change nothing, It would not bring you any closer to your desired end. I have traveled many roads and worn countless forms throughout ages long since past, Trust me my friend, When i say life will not end until there is nowhere for it to begin."
"You hold in your hand the last place it can. Like the very smallest of its instances, Life retreats into germs, to awaken when it finds more favorable conditions."
"The sparks of life have always appeared from nothing. Frankly even i don't know where they come from; or how, And i have traveled far and long. Almost as long as you, My old friend."
If you didn't know better, you'd think Death scoffed. "Think you know of life, friend? I am
Death. There are none that know more of it than I. Life begets life, and thus has it always been."
You don't seem to be making any headway in this line of reasoning, so you decide to ask something else. "Though about your problem... Have you considered passing the torch to another? Across my travels i have found that some spirits pass the mantle of their duty to others when they tire of their travels."
"...if only. Some might accept a duty, or be charged with it. But for me... this is my nature."