He doesn't reply as he enters into the lab. Seems to be a storage area of some sort, filled with dusty pill bottles and various lab equipment. There. Just ahead was a shelf that seemed full of beakers, each and every one of them containing that pink liquid and the shards he was supposed to be collecting.

Jackpot.

He tries to ignore the sting of Reaper's words, stepping inside the lab and trying to leave him behind.
"You know I had my reasons for getting out. Was supposed to be repenting for what I did as Deadlock."

He frowns, stepping forward to pick up one of the beakers, ignoring how the ghosts shift in agitation and regret.