And yet you continually put yourself in situations where you are tortured on some level, don't you? If not physically, you definitely do it to yourself emotionally.

[He waited to see if Lance would go nuclear as he drew closer, keenly aware that they were in a populated area and that would go south real quick. He suppose that he should set up a parameter and usher the people away, but quite frankly, if Lance went nuclear, they probably couldn't get clear anyway. Leave them be.

He watched the conflict, aware that it had to be a delicious internal struggle. It went against the grain of their relationship, which always seemed to border on hostile no matter the conversation or distance between them.

Wraith remained calm and certain, just like Reaper. His omen walked along the beam with the same steps as he made, but the peacock was staring at Lance's omen instead, spurs clicking against the wood with each step. If anything, Wraith's form became more smoky at the edges and denser in the middle.

Slowly, Reaper reached out to take the roll of gauze and stopped once he was at an appropriate distance to bandage Lance's open injuries.] Let's have a look, shall we? The faster this is done, the faster we separate. Isn't that a good thing, yes?