Jacob frowned at the water bottle. It was far too tempting than it had right to be, considering whose hands were holding it. Then again, this man with his face was far too calm. It was almost soothing and Jacob had to fight to keep his wits about him and not give in to the idea of comfort just because it was there. He'd dealt with worst discomforts over the last three thousand years.

"You're my doppelgänger," he said bluntly. It was the legend he had latched onto that made the most sense: someone with your face who would kill you if you ever witnessed them yourself. After having caught glimpses of his Reaper's face centuries before the legend appeared, it seemed easy to make the correlation. "My Reaper."