That chastisement echoes in his head like a bad memory- how many times had his commander said something like that to him, if not those exact words? Still, he's taken off guard when he's suddenly hoisted up and over the reaper's shoulder, off balance and feeling too much like that punk kid from Deadlock for him to focus properly.

The shadows waver, intensify, fade, all mirroring his regret and his anger and his surprise. They bristle as hey tries to land a kick on the phantom's chest, tries to squirm out of the hold to get back in a fighting stance.

"What the- Put me down, dammit, Reyes-! I just said I ain't goin' anywhere with you-!"