[Reaper was sixty years old, and he had done plenty of abhorrent things that he hadn't spoken about. He closely guarded his secrets, and that too would not be changing any time soon. He expected that the only reason anyone was discussing details about the Lance situation was because Lance himself had made it public. Otherwise, it was a matter between the two of them.]

The same could be said about a number of people in this city. [He looked directly at Fern. He had fought the kid enough to know that technically even Fern was dangerous to this household.] Some of the teenagers of Deerington had the highest body counts when the city dug deep into them.

[But it was no excuse for what they would do if he lost it, was it? He could deflect, but they were looking for clarity.]

I never went insane - well, more than normal - in Deerington. Mental affects don't last long on me. I have regenerative and degradation abilities that basically... reset my brain. [Or at least that was Deerington. He was still exploring the shift of his powers here.] So messing with my head isn't an effective means to dealing with me. When I kill, I have my reasons.

[Another consistency that he had always maintained. There was a reason for everything that he did.]