Reaper didn't have to suffer under such machinations of this place, which left him in the position to perform his usual duties of needling Jack to see how fast he would fly into another rage and try to kill him. He supposed that Morrison's irritation was amusing enough for the time being, though he did wonder how long the younger soldier would have to remain as an owl. After all, he could change back with effort at any time.

"That was part of my job back then, and it's definitely part of my job now." Even in this place, he had no reason to reveal his motivations to the detail. Little bread crumbs of detail would allow others to make assumptions and many of them would be wrong. "Ironic that before you were there to smooth out disruptions and now that's one of your main functions as a vigilante."

He was pretending to preen his feathers back into sensible order. "I'm very aware of it. You were just muttering." Use your words and your voice if you're going to talk, Morrison. "So, what was this last 'story' nonsense. No doubt you jumped in because you can't help yourself sometimes."