"Jesse McCree," the name was growled but firm. A tone he might have used before meant to grab attention when it needed to be paid but wasn't. "Get out of your head and focus outside of it!"

Reaper ignore the shadows, if anything they just sparked his anger, ribbons of flame curling in the air around him as shadows curled around him. His own shadows, sharpening as he launched himself through those figures as if boosted by a beat of dark hellish wings. Seizing McCree by the arms and pulling him away from that wall, grip firm.

If the gunslinger was just going to sink into himself than why shouldn't Death reach in? "You are leaving this place now, even if I have to drag your sorry ass out myself."