He doesn't know the answer to that question and it just serves to annoy him more. Wings are flaring angrily now, the only true echo of his mood, the only other indicator that it's spiralling downwards fast is the small frown playing about his face.
"Why do you care?" he counters. The Reaper doesn't care if all Jade wants to do is help. The programming is making him tetchy and he couldn't accept it even if he wanted to. He can't understand the want to help others. He wasn't programmed to. Nata confused the hell out of him before with it and now Jade is as well. Doing wonders for the mood, this wasn't.
His stance has shifted just a little, better braced. One hand is slightly away from his side, ready to call his scythe. The coding is awake. He doesn't want to play, but Lost Soul fears he can't stop the game. Each turn must come after the last.