He knows nothing of the other Reaper, not even whispers on the wind. Blind to this strange, new world and all the effects it has on him. Perhaps that's why he's still sitting here, exhausted from all the ghosts he had run from, feeling more like a boy back at the Blackwatch base than he ever did in years.

It almost seems odd, seeing that owl-like mask on his face as his hands move to pet the cat. As he listens to those words of warning. For a moment, it feels like he should be seeing Reyes again- not the half dead, necrotic face behind his mask, but the face of the man that he buried. The face that... He knows is still there, even despite the decay and the shadows.

"... 'd be honored to work with you again, sir."