[God, he hates that Reaper is being honest, he hates that by now he understands the man well enough to believe that. There's still a whole lot he doesn't get about him and probably never will, and even this he doesn't understand in the way he can understand why someone normal is sad they dropped their ice cream. This is more an understanding based on a lot of thought and enough experience with a crazy person.
Slowly, he turns so that his back is leaning against the wall, it's a marginally better position to be in than with his back facing Reaper. Then he summons his own Omen in a burst of smoke from his chest: a coyote with dark reddish tinted coloring and a mythical quality to it. It stands in front of Lance and watches Reaper and his Peacock steadily, carefully.]
I'll live. I just bit my tongue. [Not true, but he doesn't see it as anything he can't just walk off like he already has been.] Well, you checked and I'm fine. That means you can go.
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Slowly, he turns so that his back is leaning against the wall, it's a marginally better position to be in than with his back facing Reaper. Then he summons his own Omen in a burst of smoke from his chest: a coyote with dark reddish tinted coloring and a mythical quality to it. It stands in front of Lance and watches Reaper and his Peacock steadily, carefully.]
I'll live. I just bit my tongue. [Not true, but he doesn't see it as anything he can't just walk off like he already has been.] Well, you checked and I'm fine. That means you can go.