It was another "Reaper" most whispered about in this place, and what he'd heard about it himself.. well. Almost sounded like him in a few ways, all the more reason to keep low and keep from getting restless. Here? Reaper had no reputation, he was just someone who dressed strangely and always wore a mask. Took up jobs and-

... Reaper was helping people, wasn't he? Some little thought that had hung in his mind for weeks.

He was careful as he scooped the white cat up and set her in his own lap, the ball of fluff purring just as loudly as he scratched beneath her chin. "Knew first hand where anger during something could lead," like it had most of his unlife now. What else did he have? "Might need to hold tight to a few of those lessons here."