[Reaper shrugged his shoulders lightly to Lance's not-question. It was clear that Moira was involved to anyone that knew of their close friendship with one another. She had dedicated much of her days in Talon researching methods to stabilize his form or to at least decrease the amount of agony that he lived in on a daily basis from having a body that was in a flux like his had been.]

She built on what was already there. [Because genetically tampering a person once was desperation of the military; genetically tampering with them twice was just pushing the boundaries of science for personal reasons. He hadn't been ready to die back then, and now he just plain couldn't die apparently. So, they had both gotten what they wanted, right?

Reaper stepped in closer and above on the rafter, Wraith walked along overhead. The peacock was watching the proceedings carefully, ready to intervene to take on the other Omen as he closed the distance on Lance.

He held out a hand for the bandage material, calm and assured.] And you're a tortured soul, hijo. On some level you can't explain, I think you like it because it's comfortable since it happens so often. [He stopped just within touching distance.] Let me bandage you. Then I promise to leave.