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Reap heard a scuffle, he glanced up from his notebook and watched as Matt attacked the guard. When the guard went for his tazer and found it not to be there Reap couldn't help grinning slightly himself. About bloody time these guards learn a lesson. He went back to his notebook, finishing another page before being interrupted yet again. “Hello Dearest Reap! How are you today? You seemed quite lonely, so I have come to entertain you. What are you writing my kind fellow?” With an inward sigh that was barely audible he turned and looked at the owner of the voice. A female, not attractive in the normal sense of the word, but in her own way she had a certain flare about her. Reap's face remained emotionless as he answered her question. His voice calm. "A novel, quite good but it doesn't have an ending yet." He was annoyed slightly, the girl, he didn't know her name or could not recall it. He had a bad memory for things like that. He fingered the pencil in silence then, not one for idle chitchat or small talk. Sighing loudly this time he closed the book and slid his pencil in the spine, shifting in his seat so he could see her more clearly. "Loneliness is a matter of perspective. Although it raises the question of why your so cheerful?" He asked, this was most likely the most he had talked to someone in a week, and though unusual he found himself to be in the mood for a little conversation. Never become predictable, that gets you killed. His mind echoed the words he had read so long ago. Hardly matters, ill be dead soon anyway. Dead or free.