...this one.
So I know we all love ol’lobo here for being a terrifyingly cheerful version of the Grim Reaper, but a blink-and-you-miss-it detail I really like about him is that he seems to be genuinely sad when telling Puss In Boots that no one’s ever been able to escape his reach. It’s like on one hand he’s the immortal and invincible literal embodiment of the big inevitability, but on the other hand he’s a sentient entity that, as his wolf form could suggest, is a very social creature. And knowing that there’s not even a chance he’ll ever be able to form a pack, a family, with anyone must be a very lonely thing indeed.