[Lance's omen catches the hammer in his teeth for him since Lance is busy simmering with something.]

Ugh, shut up you asshole! I don't hate you! [He blurts out in frustration. And then his mouth forms a tight line that turns into a frown as he looks away and clenches his teeth against the tears that suddenly want to come. His voice tremors as he speaks again.] You don't know anything… about how I feel. Or who I am or if I'm… if I'm gonna be broken forever. You don't know any of that, so just shut. Up.

[He's not sure if he really doesn't hate Reaper. At the very least, he would say that hate is far too simple of a word to describe how he feels. It's confusing and painful. He certainly doesn't have good feelings about him, but hate probably isn't right. Otherwise, why would he have just said so… what's in his heart might feel a bit like hate, but also not quite. It's an emotion he's never had before and has no name for. Or it's many conflicting emotions at once that he struggles to pull apart.]