Is that disappointment slumping the lines of Reaper's football-padded shoulders? It might be. Then again, he's glad it's a stupid question, even if he'd half-expected there to be none.

"Doesn't hold my interest anymore."

Younger Gabriel may have appreciated it, but... well, he's not here anymore, is he?

With that, he punctures the basketball easily with the help of his augmented strength and dissolves into a puddle of mist again, dropping the remains of the ball on the ground. The wind roars as he arches up into the sky and dives into the large cracks of the gravity tubes that lead underground, figuring Dave may not be able to reach him down here.