Howl was beginning to get tired of Dite's outbursts. With a sigh, he stopped in his tracks and turned around to face her. "This [i]boy[/i] wields a mask that represents a being as old as time itself. I didn't just start playing hero. I filled the shoes that Reaper presented to me. I can teach you that you're a mask. Eventually you'll break, and you'll have nobody to wear you because of who and how you are. I'm death. I'm becoming death. His powers have transcended to me, and his mask has become the key to those powers rather than the holder. You sap living energy from your hosts, the Reaper mask shares it's knowledge and abilities with the wearer, forging a symbiotic relationship. You just keep on taking without any care of the consequences."