[It wasn't quite the simple. Nothing with Lance ever was, and he was reluctant to get into the details of way back in the day. As many who had existed in Deerington for a long time, they usually became different people based on experiences.]

We were both at the arena. [That he could confirm.] No, he killed me because he got lucky because I had become tired. [That had to do with his powers relying on blood rather than a regeneration of his body's energy. That too was... well, complicated, as most things with Reaper were.]

It is possible someone from the past may come calling. I don't disclose my location of residence as a precaution against that. [Reaper did the sneaky-sneaky thing, and only those he was closest too actually wrangled that information out of him.] But I imagine that those of us with troubled pasts might all have that issue of old scores coming back.