"How long have you had your mask?" Penn suddenly asked. It was obvious that Dite was starting to annoy him, and it seemed as if she didn't grasp the concept of the masks like he did. He was not versed in Greek mythology, and Reaper did not remember every little detail of every soul he sent to the afterlife. Despite this, the mask resonated once against with bits and pieces of the death of the demigod. Nessus, a ferryman centaur, was the cause of his death. Hercules' wife was persuaded by the dying centaur to take some of his blood and use it as a love potion on Hercules. Instead, in her time of need, the blood did not act as a love potion, but a deadly toxin.

"Just how long have you been in possession of it?" He asked her once more. While not entirely the same, Penn and Reaper were once two completely separate entities. Reaper held complete control once the mask was put on, the Penn regained full control of his body when it was taken off. There was never anything between the two of them about never taking the mask off. The more he used the mask, and the longer he had it, the line between the two separate entities slowly began to blur. Penn became more Dutiful, and by now had complete control over the Reaper form and identity. To an amazing extent, even the powers of the reaper began to seep into Penn's normal form. 

Penn held the mask out in front of him for all to see. Suddenly, it was engulfed and black flames. As the flames subsided, the mask was no longer in his possession. Unfortunately, without the mask worn, that was the extent of that certain ability. He could only call upon and call away the mask, and nothing else. If he ever wanted to access the umbraspace, it would take quite a toll on his human body. Even now, with that simple parlor trick, Penn was slightly exhausted and the man panted as he regained the energy he lost. He was sure though that the more and more he used the mask, the less it would toll on his human form.

Penn looked at Dity sternly and fiercely, the personalty of the mask seeping into him just a little more. "Whoever put on that mask originally is most likely long gone. Go ahead and cut me into pieces. I'll ferry myself into the afterlife with no problems. You, on the other hand, as well as everyone else here, will only get further away from the answer to the question on everyone's mind: why are we here?"