His body was already starting to knit back together where those claws had punctured him, and he tilted his head as he observed the ugly beast that had decided to hunt him. It wasn't until he heard that voice, animalistic though it was, that he understood.

Jack.

Reaper issued a low dark chuckle, and he should have known. His steps were so often hunted by this man, so this was the first aspect of this new state of being that actually made perfect sense. At least he wouldn't be bored saving these miserable stories.

"If it isn't Jack... always did play the hero. And I thought I grew ugly after the fall, but you look like you came apart and were put back together in all the wrong ways."