"Never expected to live long enough to retire." Leaning back once he was done with the arm, knocking the cloths he'd used off the table and into the nearby trash. Wasn't going to bother washing them, they'd just been one thing he'd kept around, could get more easily enough. Scraps from something else, really. "Guess I was right."

Gabriel Reyes was dead and there was only the Reaper left behind. All that was left, the ghost of a man left to suffer and die.

He stood up slowly, pointedly ignoring what was left of those shadows as the room was otherwise normal once again. The effects of his own flare of mood all but gone, even the cracks in the floor resealing themselves. "You'd have ended up dead if you had stayed, or worse." Finally deciding that.