[oh, he's getting a good look. His eyes are locked on Reaper's face, that...visage of the man he once called friend. And he's swallowing down bitter memories of laughter, rivalry, and the way he saw it all those years ago when it turned on him-
He won't be baited. Not again. He won't react, won't let himself drop his guard. He did and he made a fool of himself, twice; fingers flex on his rifle, and as much as he wants to ask what did you need, why did you even come- he growls again, lowering the rifle a fraction of an inch.]
Says the invader. You've got no place to be self righteous.
[But then, neither does he. He watches the...smoke...leave, and only when the motion is gone does he drop his gaze.
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He won't be baited. Not again. He won't react, won't let himself drop his guard. He did and he made a fool of himself, twice; fingers flex on his rifle, and as much as he wants to ask what did you need, why did you even come- he growls again, lowering the rifle a fraction of an inch.]
Says the invader. You've got no place to be self righteous.
[But then, neither does he. He watches the...smoke...leave, and only when the motion is gone does he drop his gaze.
...what even was this night.]