A little wounding built character, as both of them had experienced and worked their way through it. Sure maybe they weren't whole any longer, probably couldn't even find all the pieces that they had lost through their numerous woundings and the deep scars. There was no point wasting time over spilled milk, right?

Reaper was aware of the back and forth pull of energy, tilting his head curiously. Well, well, that was a new trick, wasn't it? It was a curse that he had after all, but it seemed that he wasn't the only one. This just added another interesting layer, one that he wasn't particularly happy about. This changed things; what did it mean? Was Jack cursed? Would the give and take of needing energy damn him?

He resisted, claws momentarily digging into Jack's throat. He waged physical war with the younger man, but eventually he fell backwards, taking Jack with him as he went. As soon as his back hit the ground, he moved to twist and roll them so that he could take the top spot, all the better to get a punch in on Jack's face.