"'m fine, sir." It comes out of him like a reflex, and he shakes his head again. It isn't Reyes behind that mask, as much as he wants it to be. A shadow of the man he once knew- a Reaper, through and through.

"Don't need you givin' me advice." He pulls away from those claws that steady him and tries to breathe. He needs to get going, find more of these shards while he's here. So he adjusts his serape and tips his hat up slightly, heading down the hallway.

The ghosts trail after him, waning, waxing, breathing like an entity of their own as he tries to shake the long-buried memories out of his head.