Punishment? That was news to him, not that he was too interested in that, but as dramatic as it sounded, the fact that apparently there was a price for murder was interesting to consider. Aside from the usual pull on his conscience, it wasn't as if he cared much for any of the penalties. There was a reason he had such a big bounty on his head as Soldier: 76.

"You never stop being a dramatic ass," he remarked even as he noted the slush turning into a stream which seemed to retreat even as he walked. He was grumbling as he walked through resistance as all the cold water seemed to wick right off of him, leaving him dry and in better condition than the ice had created.

With two running steps, he ascended the tree to retrieve his pulse rifle, seating himself up in the branches. He growled when it seemed Reaper was going to bait him, and he instead lay his pulse rifle across his thighs.

"You're going to have a big isolated pity-party, aren't you? Should I pull out my tiny violin and play you a song about woe is you, Reyes?" It was interesting that Reyes had so much control over his clothing these days. So the Reaper get up was actually for dramatic purposes? "That's so typical of you."

He shook his head. "What the hell happened to you these three years you mumbled about?"