"Yeah. Dr. Atmosphere's on my list, don't worry." Reaper gritted his teeth and balled his hand into a fist, tightening his grip until his very bones quaked under the pressure, "Every single one of them is on it..." Rage shook his being, the demise of a soul in front of him not even being natural. All pressed on by individuals who saw this as the right thing to do, leaving their 'employees' - may as well call them slaves - broken, disheveled husks of their former selves. It made him want to go up to Cloudsdale and burn the entire city to the ground.