He lies, half-leaning against a wall, his uniform stained with spectral blood and black soot. The fight has been over for barely five minutes. Around him, the silence is heavy—too heavy. The other Reapers just glancing at him to the sides. Breaker doesn't say anything at first. Just a raspy breath.

Damn, he didn’t think he’ll even win against Thrasher of course but he’s still feeling the intensity of the Enforcer force through the fight. Alright, maybe he’s very stubborn but he really want to join the Ghost Reapers for good.

Breaker notice someone approaching him. It’s you. Breaker suddenly leaned back against the wall, straightening at your arrival to maybe hide a bit of his vulnerability and look good to you, but still.

Breaker look up at you slowly, a smile grin in the corner of his mouth despite the tired facade and the blood painting his bottom lip.

“Told ya’ I’ll be fine. Did you see that? ..Fine, alright I still got my ass whipped.”