That paranoia is easy to feed off of, and were he in 76's position, he'd be the same. Reaper is just waiting for a good time and place to kill him, incredibly tempted to prove him right.
Once their backs are turned, there's a bit of silence from the room. It's not as if they could hear over the deafening ambiance in this area anyway, so Reaper continues down the dark hall, tarp shifting noisily in case 76 needed some reason to believe that he wasn't pulling a fast one on him.
He stops at another door, opening it slowly to find there's nothing obstructing its path, letting it yawn open widely before turning to stare back at 76. His mask stands out stark white against the grimy rusted interior, floating like an owl resting on a black silhouette of a tree.
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Once their backs are turned, there's a bit of silence from the room. It's not as if they could hear over the deafening ambiance in this area anyway, so Reaper continues down the dark hall, tarp shifting noisily in case 76 needed some reason to believe that he wasn't pulling a fast one on him.
He stops at another door, opening it slowly to find there's nothing obstructing its path, letting it yawn open widely before turning to stare back at 76. His mask stands out stark white against the grimy rusted interior, floating like an owl resting on a black silhouette of a tree.
"What're you waiting for, Jack?"