Why was he so ready to return to the death waiting him in the city?

If death was waiting for him, he would meet it like a man.

I felt only that death was waiting for me there.

On the other side of this dream, death was waiting.

If only death and destruction weren't waiting on the other side.

And if death was waiting for him there, as well, so be it.

But death is waiting for us all, and we are flying toward it.

Well, you went to the bridge and Death wasn't waiting there after all.

He could easily freeze to death waiting for someone to come along.

But perhaps you're different and death is not waiting for you at all.