[ He's never had his life signs compared to stars before. The image is striking. Doubtlessly the intent, but it carves a smile out of his face nonetheless. Noh-Varr thinks on the use of the word 'sample'. Take it again, Warriorhead said. Through touch. He considers when Warriorhead would have touched him--ah. ]
I see. After our date.
[ His hand moves up to the space just over his heart. His uniform doesn't shift in response, this time. He doesn't quite frown, but it makes him thoughtful. That had been a 'sample'. Warriorhead had neglected to mention that at the time.
So in the absence of the information he'd gathered through that touch, Warriorhead had now lost the capacity to 'recognize' him, the Kree's particular signatures of energy and impulse becoming as anonymous as anyone else's. Interesting. He could fail to offer his impulses again, armed with this knowledge. Honestly, the idea would have been appealing a few months ago, but right now--it chafes with his desire to be seen and acknowledged. especially by this person. Still, this independance is valuable. He'll treasure it. In exchange: ]
I have been detained, before. [ First Midas, intending to add him to his collection, and then by SHIELD, later SWORD, placing him in the Cube. ] I escaped each time, but was rapidly hunted down. [ He crushed both of his keepers, and that feeling of triumph wells up in him now when he speaks of those memories. ] As a result, I dislike feeling tracked. [ A beat. ] That said--the evil I know is always better than the one I don't.
[ Meaning, he'd rather live being tracked, knowing Warriorhead is the one doing it, than live being watched by unknown forces. The CDC watches him, but it is ignorable in the same way Osborn's security cameras are. He isn't looking for trouble, he keeps his mind to himself. The CDC has bigger fish to fry. Warriorhead is a known quantity. Having him over Noh-Varr's shoulder, so to speak, could prove useful, in its way. Still, he vacillates. He needs time to think. ]
no subject
I see. After our date.
[ His hand moves up to the space just over his heart. His uniform doesn't shift in response, this time. He doesn't quite frown, but it makes him thoughtful. That had been a 'sample'. Warriorhead had neglected to mention that at the time.
So in the absence of the information he'd gathered through that touch, Warriorhead had now lost the capacity to 'recognize' him, the Kree's particular signatures of energy and impulse becoming as anonymous as anyone else's. Interesting. He could fail to offer his impulses again, armed with this knowledge. Honestly, the idea would have been appealing a few months ago, but right now--it chafes with his desire to be seen and acknowledged. especially by this person. Still, this independance is valuable. He'll treasure it. In exchange: ]
I have been detained, before. [ First Midas, intending to add him to his collection, and then by SHIELD, later SWORD, placing him in the Cube. ] I escaped each time, but was rapidly hunted down. [ He crushed both of his keepers, and that feeling of triumph wells up in him now when he speaks of those memories. ] As a result, I dislike feeling tracked. [ A beat. ] That said--the evil I know is always better than the one I don't.
[ Meaning, he'd rather live being tracked, knowing Warriorhead is the one doing it, than live being watched by unknown forces. The CDC watches him, but it is ignorable in the same way Osborn's security cameras are. He isn't looking for trouble, he keeps his mind to himself. The CDC has bigger fish to fry. Warriorhead is a known quantity. Having him over Noh-Varr's shoulder, so to speak, could prove useful, in its way. Still, he vacillates. He needs time to think. ]