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"You ever hear a dragon beg?"
The question hit Jesse like a sledgehammer, cold and unforgiving, but he held that black gaze as the monster chuckled and tapped its masked forehead with a clawed palm like it was remembering something important.
"Shit, what am I saying? Of course you have. You two have a little thing going, don't you? Or did, anyway."
He circled around the chair until he was practically in McCree's ear, the stench of decay flaking around him in wisps of black smoke. He grabbed the man's jaw until Jesse's eyes were locked with Hanzo's passive gaze, and somewhere in the back of his head he wondered in agony if he could even see or hear them at all.
"I'm willing to bet it was better with me, though," Reaper chuckled darkly, shaking his head, "No, no, there's no comparing the way a dragon sounds when he's begging for death by your hands. It's the kind of thing dreams are made of. It's enough to give you chills."