Acid burns his throat, like bile just waiting to be expelled, just daring the vigilante to throw up into his visor. Should he do it, it would certainly confirm the idea that this is a nightmare. Is it a nightmare?
The sickening self-loathing coursing through his body like blood is real enough to tell him no, he isn’t dreaming, as much as he’d like to be. He’s not entirely sure how he let this happen, but he is well aware that he has impulsive tendencies and, well, he simply loses all sensibilities and logic in the face of a certain wraith. He can’t deny that, and he supposes he won’t, not when the proof is as sturdy as the walls around him. Talon’s walls.
It had been rather like a whirlwind, as it generally is with Reaper. He remembers fighting, and yelling, and kissing ( god, does he remember the kissing ) before fighting some more. At some point, in the midst of all of it, the wraith spoke of bringing Jack to Talon and, foolishly, he accepted. He knew even then that it wasn’t going to go well for him at all, but he agreed regardless, having either too much confidence in himself or too little desire to live -- perhaps an odd mixture of both. He knew, but spite won, and here he is.
❝ So, this is about the part where you start to gradually ruin my life without me realizing it, right? Your whole revenge plan? ❞ He wonders absently if it is indeed still revenge, or if, perhaps, Reaper actually just hates him that much. ❝ I think you’ve missed the fact that my life is already shit. ❞
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