[As he's pressed, the facade cracks. The reaper starts to buckle under the pressure, rubbing his arm nervously as he truly starts to feel cornered.]
We didn't talk enough to get our full names. She was always Motou-san to me. She was just a kid.
[Though Neku's question gets a far more worrisome answer.]
...I can't answer that directly or they'll get me, too. Just... just ask yourself. "Isn't every city's Reaper Game supposed to be different"? As far as the other bit... yeah. I'm from Shinjuku's Game. It... wasn't always like this. Something changed. But we didn't start world-hopping until all you weird newbloods started showing up.
[Though with Zecora's words, he nods a little, regaining a little of his spark.]
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We didn't talk enough to get our full names. She was always Motou-san to me. She was just a kid.
[Though Neku's question gets a far more worrisome answer.]
...I can't answer that directly or they'll get me, too. Just... just ask yourself. "Isn't every city's Reaper Game supposed to be different"? As far as the other bit... yeah. I'm from Shinjuku's Game. It... wasn't always like this. Something changed. But we didn't start world-hopping until all you weird newbloods started showing up.
[Though with Zecora's words, he nods a little, regaining a little of his spark.]
See... I knew you'd get it.