Reaper made no effort to help the boy up; to be fair, he wasn't certain that the kid would get up before fading from this dreamscape to simply sleep. He expected there had to be some kind of mental toll for this exercise, and he intended for them to have many more in the future to see where the limits of this dragon was.

"Hurting people is a fact of life, boy. It's about minimizing the damage that you cause and knowing when you're in the wrong. If you learn to master this, you'll hurt fewer." It was ironic coming from him, a man who never apologized even when it was his fault, even when he knew it was.

"Oh, this was nothing. I didn't even die," he remarked. "We'll be in touch, boy. For now, you can have a break." He tossed his shotguns on the ground carelessly, knowing they would fade to black smoke and come back to him eventually.