Magnus during the first, oh, ten years of the Stolen Century had a solid half and half death to life ratio because he kept jumping into things without thinking. Finally around year twelve Davenport realized that he could guilt trip Magnus into staying alive by pointing out that he needed to protect the rest of them going forward, and that kept Magnus from racking up too many other deaths the rest of the century. He was shamed into living.
“Magnus, you’re in charge of protecting us, if you die in month nine we’re defenseless. You can’t leave us alone with no one to protect us, Magnus. We’re intellectuals, we’re helpless. Look at Barry, do you want Barry to die just because you went cliff diving again? (Look pathetic, Barry) See, he can’t defend himself. Just a sad little science man. Doesn’t even know what a sword is. What’s that, a giant dissection knife? Blah, blah, science. It’s tragic.”
“Taako, he’s a lich now. He’ll be fine.”
“Okay, but what about me? I’m fragile as hell, pal.”