Eyes narrow. Yes, Jade's been talking to Nata. Though the Reaper wouldn't, couldn't, harm the Navigator if he wanted to, there are times when he wishes he could.
Now would be one of them.
"And so what if I do?" Tone isn't as flat as he would like it to be, an icy undercurrent has hit. His programming is not one of the things Lost Soul likes talking about. It confuses him, which in turn only makes him angry. And in his anger, he was liable to lash out at everyone around him.
And somehow, the hurt that would cause for not himself, but his other half, makes him not want to do that.
Never-the-less, Jade's annoying him slightly. Wings unclasp from his back, flaring a little. Almost ready to take off but he kills the urge. The dark is rising and Soul's trying to halt it. No, not yet. He doesn't want to play that game just yet.