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“Good evening. I am Reaper.” His humanity was a little lost in the Death Date vaults. The ‘Life Files’ tended to get lost after awhile. Awhile being highly subjective. Time runs strangely for Death and his agents.

As such, he didn’t quite recognize this man as Jim Moriarty, or a version thereof, yet. The sickly blue stare was likely a bit unsettling. Leaving out the general instincts the living have for dead things.