I'm not the man you remember. You might not put up the fire, but a torch is excellent for spreading it.

[There was something to be said about continually having to expend energy to hold himself together, the constant pain of dying and regenerating in equal measure. It ate at him, distracted and plagued him. If he had to live this suffering, he had no problem making those who turned him this way feel a small measure of it, even for a short period of time.

It also benefited the reputation that he was going for. There were times that playing a part was necessary in order to have fewer questions lobbed his way. Crazy, tactical death mercenary was apt for what he was going for.]

Most people don't appreciate their things taken, no. [That didn't mean someone might not try.

Reaper had to help or he would never get back to what he was doing. It wasn't anything to do with being altruistic; he had things that needed doing, and he couldn't do them while some world eating monster was being an annoyance. Besides, he hadn't wanted to come, but there hadn't exactly been much choice when he initially refused. So be it.]

But I suppose there is benefits with knowing old allies are here. Maybe you can keep him from living like an angry hobo in the woods.