"They still beat you down eventually. They play the long-game," he reminded almost casually. Their long-game was still in motion after all, but now many of the pieces that were Overwatch and Blackwatch was scattered to the wind. A few of those elements were all part of the plan, like a cog in the machine. As long as they behaved themselves, they would be allowed to roam 'free'.

As for why he was here, well what did that information actually matter to one like Jack? He'd play the rabid dog or... well, whatever he was now. Reaper would learn his storybook powers and seek to get back to where the real action was for him. While he had been assured a 'mirror' version of himself was still in play, it didn't sit well with him to not be in control of his revenge. After all, it was no fun not being able to see the faces of his enemies when they realized who he was just before they died.

He eased down into a crouch as Jack hit the tree thanks to the blast of wind, issuing a low laugh. "My, my, look who has put on a significant amount of weight. You're getting fat in your old age, Jack."