Itzal sat there and listened to what the other had to say. Say about the people that brought him here. About the soldiers that brought him here. Did the government send him? It's not like he hasn't heard a story similar to that, though. He could think of one other mutant he met so far. She was quite useful to him, but his talks with her didn't go nearly as well as planned as he intended. There were few that had earned the shade's idea of useful and he would certainly find them that way should they assist him.
"Hmm... well, from the humans I've seen, I'm not particularly fond of them." He admitted rather darkly. None of the humans he met had any depth, none would accept him. Well, none that he's seen. "But I won't deny that there may be some out there that are better than the rest." He commented, wondering what attached the mutant to his assigned soldier. Regardless, he figured it probably wasn't his business. The feral didn't seem like he was one for too much sharing.
The darkling lulled there to himself, watching the other mutant's reaction. "Yes. His name is Fischer. And while I like your view, I definitely plan on destroying him... completely and utterly." He told the other, feeling rather intensely about the death of the man that helped turn his life upside down. "I personally shown the move I would love to use on him." He smiled, thinking back onto the first time he's ever used his dark blast to such a large extent. "But I'm definitely down for crucifying him." He told the other, a grin spreading wide across his face. "Or do you think that would make him martyr?" He inquired, tilting his head slightly.
Itzal sat there and listened to how passionate the feral was about it. "Unfortunately, all I have to blame is Fischer. Or fortunately, however you may view it." He mused to himself. The only others that cause him such difficulties and pain were already gone. And it was all by his hand. "But I can understand how you feel." He explained, knowing what it was like to want to destroy someone so much that it ached.
The conversation switched back to abilities. "Mine? Simply put, dark and shadow manipulation... but it's not that simple." He told the other in an oxymoron. "I'm able to bend shadows to my will. So far, I can pull them onto myself and be disguised in any shape of any shadow. I have been experimenting with more things to do with it... but unless I train more, I won't produce results. I also have a few other tricks up my sleeve." He explained, only sharing a little bit with the other. It was obvious he was withholding information, but that's just what he did. It was apparent that he always had more up his sleeve. "What about you?" He asked, wondering what all tricks the feral had up his sleeve and if he was anything like the one he fought.