You will never be me. We are alike, but our lives have vastly different tracks and experiences. But you will have a life on the other side. [For one, Reaper had considerable more life experience than Lance. He knew the kid had been involved in a war, though he cared little for the semantics of it. He doubted that Lance had been part of a peace effort that was just a guise for another war from the shadows.

His eyes drop to the hand that was exposed, and it warranted very little sympathy from him. People fought situations wounded all the time.] You will heal. You might be wounded and pushing the limitations of your body, but you're still brimming with life. [That was one thing Reaper could do, especially this close to a person. His degrading cells would always be seeking the next life source and assess its potential for theft.

He considered the fact that old wounds were opening. That wasn't normal, no matter how much life Lance was brimming with.] Are your abilities tearing you apart from inside? Or is potentially a sign of corruption or blood going bad?

[He could have offered to bring his medical scanner out, but he knew for a fact that Moira had taken a liking to Lance. Some of his early actions against Lance had definitely had her exasperated with him, and he wasn't certain how Lance would react to knowing he had a machine that sounded just like her, insults and all.]

Don't say anything then. Your hate will continue, and that's fine. All you have to know is the option is there for you.