Kade Gibney (feral_at_heart) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-02-27 16:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | mastermind, wild child |
It souldn't be so complicated
Who: Mastermind, Wild Child
When: Wednesday, noon [backdated]
Where: Jason's Manor
Notes: Log Format, will be completed shortly
Gibs had drifted into a thin sleep under the pile of blankets, the scratching fingers having helped him relax faintly and fall into that half haunted sleep. He was half aware that Jason had left the room, but was lost far enough into unconsciousness to not really notice or care. His half awake mind was taking a turn down a darker path when the door suddenly flew open, not in the gentle way Jason did it, but with a kind of hostile violence. Kyle started and threw the blankets to one side, snarling instinctively. He blinked as he saw Sean standing there, the man was completely in his Military mindset, shoulders squared and jaw set. "OK, SOLDIER!" His voice boomed, his body language half aggressive, dominant and challenging. Kyle's face had relaxed for a moment, but that moment was all it stayed relaxed for. Another second and he was sneering again, a low growl leaving him as he inched himself back against the wall, pulling the blankets over his form again, trying to just avoid and ignore the other. "I said LET'S GO!" the refrigerator of a man boomed. "You have missed TOO MANY WORKOUTS! There is a tournament coming up, do you WANT to lose? Do you WANT to be sent home in shame?" Kyle did not move, did not react besides growling against the energy the taller male projected. Sean frowned all the more, quickly reaching to grab the blankets and jerk them away from Kyle so he could not hide under them. That resulted in a full on roar from the blonde feral, he no longer able to hide and avoid. One hand lashed out, claws shredding a few inches of a sheet as he tried to keep the blankets, but they were gone. He snarled and shifted closer to the corner of the room, he crouched low. Sean continued to boom at him trying to challenge and motivate the youth, and while that did work on Kyle when he was ready to be pushed... poke an angry, cornered feral with a stick and angry cornered feral tended to poke back. Those blue eyes were suddenly littered with gold, his pupils dilating to paper thin slits, he crouched low, quite obviously ready to spring at the man he usually considered friend. Sean continued his 'encouragement,' it had always worked in the past so he assumed it would work now, unfortunately he did not quite understand the mind of the feral and was coming dangerously close to getting his head severed.
Jason had been in the bathroom, just finishing washing his hands, when he heard the loud familiar roar. Something was going on. He hit the faucet, forcing it off, and dashed out of the room and back down the hall. The door to the whelp's room was still wide open and he moved through the open space, pausing inside the room in time to notice the pup's eyes shift. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?" His anger was focused on the military man, his eyes going wide. "LEAVE. HIM. ALONE." Force brought on further force, and Jason responded in kind, stepping forward and all but pulling the other man by his collar. There was no time for questions when Gibs looked ready to kill the handler before him. He was in charge here and he would force that out of the soldier if need be. "STAND DOWN."
The new voice caused Kyle to jump, it all but snapped him out of it for a moment, but then more anger was directed at the soldier and his snarling grew louder, he suddenly looking more set to spring than previously. Fortunately for everyone involved, Sean quickly dropped the act at seeing his employer, confusion hitting his features. He held up both hands to show that he was not pushing anymore, taking a step back. Kyle relaxed slightly at that, still tensed and he did offer one more rumbling growl before he settled down a bit more on the bed. Sean sighed, looking from the angry feral to the angry gentleman shaking his head. "It works in the gym," he said softly, "I was trying to help." he sounded honest, he simply had gotten so caught up that he had not realized the danger he had been in.
Jason shook his head, letting go of the other man. "Foolish. Ask me next time you're interested in 'boosting morale', alright?" The elder calmed down immediately understanding that Sean as done with his outburst. He turned next to Kyle as the boy was starting to get comfortable. "Calm down, my friend. It's alright now." He sat down, looking over at the whelp. "You're alright." He settled back down, the necessity for movement was gone for now.
Sean frowned, he feeling both lot and foolish all at once, he looked at Kyle, seeing how drastically the boy had changed from a few moments before. Frowning, he ran a had over his short cropped hair before directing his attention to Jason to offer a crisp but genuine "Sorry," before he looked at Kyle, nodding his head as his gray blue eyes softened. "I'll be in the gym. Whenever you're ready." His voice was a bit horse from the yelling, but he at least realized that his attempt has failed. He moved quickly out of the room, Kyle sighing as he lay on his stomach, grabbing at the one pillow he had managed to not destroy over hte last few days and buried his face inside it.
Jason reached over and gently scratched the boy's head after he buried it in the pillow. "Do other people's emotions bother you that badly, pup?" His voice was gentle as he moved soft fingers lightly. The understanding of what had just happened only made so much sense thus far, but with more time he could understand more of it.
"...I's ready t' hurt 'em," he muttered, sounding quite guilty about it. He gave a faint shiver at the memory, sighing into that pillow. He had a hard time explaining it, it was the energies people put off. Some people had very powerful energies and the youth, when he was not at his strongest, could easily be overwhelmed by them and simply react. "...I felt walled in," he muttered, feeling ridiculous admitting it, no one had ever understood it, his parents had thought he was simply ridiculous when he had tried to explain it.
"If I had been in your position I think it would have been terrifying." He just kept scratching, listening intently to the boy's thoughts. "So....you felt cornered by Sean's reaction; his demands?"
He shook his head faintly, pausing for a bit longer before he shrugged faintly. "...'m not even sure whut all 'e was sayin'," he muttered quietly. "'E jus'... 'e was challengin'... an'... I tried not t' fight but 'e kept pushin' it..." It was the aggression, the challenge that Kyle had reacted to really, as there as nothing for him to push through BUT Sean, Sean had become a target. Quite different from the other night, when the same young man had waited quietly and patiently while Jason had pinned him to a wall.
Jason nodded. "And after I entered, did it get easier?" He looked away, snagging a strawberry from the plate of fruit that he had been eating from earlier. The strawberry was luscious as he nibbled on the berry and scratched over the whelp's head, hoping to further calm him.
He did at least heave a sigh and shifted to turn his face out of the pillow, his eyes turned distantly toward Jason. "...a lil... kinna... at first.." he tried to explain, brows knitting. IT was already a bit fuzzy in his head, rushed and adrenaline filled. "...but then things calmed down," he said quietly, shrugging. When the aggression and hostility had ebbed, so had the feral's instincts and he had been able to calm himself, now just wading through guilt.
Jason nodded. "It wasn't your fault, pup." He smiled and offered a the boy a strawberry off his plate. "He was aggressive. You reacted." He kept scratching and then smoothed the boy's back over gently with that same hand. "It's over now." He paused for a moment, considering. "Maybe we should think about you returning to living outside of this room. You don't need to go back to training, but you should start moving more than you sleep." Concern leaked into his voice, worry standing clear in his eyes.
He turned his face away to show that he was not interested in the fruit, giving a heavy sigh. "...but I almos' hurt 'em.." he muttered, burying his face quickly again, swallowing hard as guilt again filled his tone. "'M always too dangerous... 'cause of 'at... 'cause I can' help it.." He gave another huff before he heard that concern, he sighing and turning his face outward again to look up at Jason, suddenly looking like a child pouting. "I don' wanna go out... I jus' wanna..." he trailed off, shaking his head. He just wanted to curl up and die but...
Jason huffed. "You're no more dangerous now than you were when I picked you up and brought you here. I'm not going to let you sit here and rot away. Not now, not today, but eventually, you will have to move about." He sits back and keeps eating the refused strawberry slowly.
"'M always dangerous, "he muttered, sounding forlorn. Most days he was fine with who he was, proud and powerful, but at the same time he well knew that it kept him from anything resembling a normal life. He sighed and hauled himself to a sitting position, his face dropped, hair hiding most of his features. "...'s it warm out?" he asked. he didn't sound especially eager about going out, but if it did seem to worry Jason so much...
"It's warmer out there than in here." The illusionist raised an eyebrow. If the boy was deciding such a thing based on the temperature outside then it was likely that he was close to it himself already. "You have to want to stretch your legs again. Maybe even go outside?"
He gave a long series of grumble/growls that were obviously tiny fractions of words but entirely incapable of being interpreted. He muttered and wandered to the edge of the bed, feeling blindly around on the floor for a shirt. No, he did not really want to go out that much, but he was restless and so he convinced himself that he was only doing it to satisfy Jason.
The old man shifted, sliding his long form off the bed and stood, waiting for the whelp and munching on blueberries. "You could use the sunlight, it will help lift your spirits a little more." He looked around for his coat from the last day, finding it on the side of a chair, and pulled it on, getting settled to go with the boy outside. A walk would do them both some good, a slight smile touching his face as he waited on the whelp to be ready.
He found a crumpled Tshirt and pulled it on, pushing a hand through his hair which was rather in need of a good wash, standing then, he seeming more slouched than usual. He stood a moment, watching the taller with a firm frown and a knitted brow suddenly, shaking his head after a few moments of this, sighing as he moved to plod out of the room and into the hall, without explaining that expression
Jason followed the boy with a loping gate, all but bounding down the stairs, his long legs moving with ease. It made him smile to see the boy at least out of his room. He maneuvered himself out of the overly large front doors and into the yard beyond. The sunlight struck his face, causing him to blink before he stretched.
Kyle actually winced at the light, lifting a hand to shield his eyes before he took in a slow breath, the fresh hair and the warmth of the sun helping lift his rather dismal spirits. It was a good thing, of course, but being the moody creature he was, he wanted to stay sulking inside and pretend that the rest of the world as a whole had rejected him. His body relaxed a bit more, his eyes somehow not quite as gloomy as he moved toward a tree, leaning against it, liking the familiar texture of the bark.
Jason watched his whelp's mood brighten once they were outside. The difference and the shift in his friend made him smile. He followed at a distance, enjoying the light breeze off the coast. Their location allowed for the best in all things, specifically the weather, and Jason liked it that way. It was so much easier to settle in where the weather was warm and it kept his joints from cracking or creaking half as often. It also lifted his spirits, and was hoping that it could help the whelp just as it seemed to have done.
"...ya shouldn' do all 'is." it was a sudden announcement, the youth's voice even but low and gravely. His was faced away from Jason, staring distantly away. Seemed he was going to have one final attempt at keeping himself depressed and sullen.
Jason smiled, leaning back and letting the sunlight hit him full on the face before leaning backwards and allowing his body to fall back into the soft yet warm ground behind him. He landed with a gentle thud into the grass and chuckled lightly, giving up the sullen emotions of before and allowing the new ones to enter. "Yes, my boy. I know. But I do and I do it because I care. One of these days you'll have to accept that." The crazy old man let out a subtle chuckle, the enjoyment taking over his mood with ease.
He frowned faintly, glancing back at the taller as his bushy brows knit. "...ya shouldn'." He insisted firmly, almost harshly, looking away again. "...I'll hurt cha... ya saw whut happened with Sean.. an' if I don' hurt cha... then I'll die on ya. So ya should jus' quit now." His tone was snapping, harsh, but really it was just a defense. He'd just been hurt by Heather, someone he knew cared but who wasn't willing to risk it, now all this attention from the taller... he was afraid that he would eventually come to the same conclusion she was. His had added extra gruffness to his voice to try and push the other away, he could deal with things on his own, it was lonely but familiar. Opening up was hard enough, being rejected after that was more than he could bare at the moment.
Jason sat up with a light sigh, understanding the boy's fear. He had once felt that way, as a younger man, and as he grew had somehow managed to leave it behind. He dusted off the layer of unseen dust after standing up and before crossing to the boy at the tree. He leaned against it's side, staying in Gib's line of sight and not being shy about his presence. He remained poised there for a moment or two, then reached forward and drew the whelp's eyes his direction with a gentle hand placed under the other's chin. "Look at me...." His tone was just as gentle, almost imploringly so, and his eyes sought out the regular blue orbs in his friends face.
The youth all but twitched when the taller grew closer, he fighting the urge to shrink back. He waned to retreat, to protect his space and himself, but some kind of pride kept him rooted to the spot. His eyes narrowed slightly as he was touched, he slowly and hesitantly turning to meet the taller's eyes, it looking as if this was very hard for him to do. But, at long last, his eyes did finally meet and hold Jason's gaze, his face hardened in a futile attempt to hide the depth of the pain in his cat-slitted eyes.
Jason paused a moment before drawing the boy a bit closer, his eyes were soft and his gaze was just as gentle as his touch had been. "I told you, pup. I'm not leaving you. I'm here whenever you want or have need of me for anything at any time." He ran a slight hand through the boy's hair, combing strands of it away from his friend's face. "I do not fear you in any measure. You will leave one day and I will die one day. I'd rather both of those be in the process of us remaining as close as we can for as long as we can instead of ending something that is so special to me out of fear for something as silly as all that." His body posture was eased into the tree before he stood up and leaned a bit closer. "I care for you very strongly. That won't change. I'll always be right here." His lips met the boy's very gently, nowhere near forceful, but subtle and caring. His kiss was light and somewhat lingering, but still breif. He release the boy immediately afterwards, waiting a moment before stepping back and giving him the space he likely wanted. "I won't leave you, now, or ever." It was a promise and one that Jason would stand firm on for the rest of his existence.
The youth was trying his hardest to reject it, to not believe it, to try and protect himself, but it was what he wanted to hear so badly, they were words he had never considered himself worthy of hearing. He swallowed hard again, wetting his lips as he prepared to say something, when the elder interrupted his objections by bringing his lips down upon him. Kyle was quite lost as to how to react, his head spinning, his emotions so cluttered that he could not make heads or tails out of just what he did feel. His brows knit, he frowning, then shifted his weight, then suddenly dropped down into a crouch, promptly shifting from that right onto his ass, pressing a hand against his forehead. He muttered incoherently a moment before he finally grumbled, as aggressively as he could manage, "...if ya do I'll fuckin' kill ya." It was an idol threat, of course, he just could not find anything else to say, and it was an extremely roundabout way of thanking the taller.
Jason smiled. It was just what he wanted to hear. "Good. I'll keep that as a promise." He crouched down, his right knee cracking as he did so, bringing himself closer to the whelp's position. He wasn't bothered by that kind of threat, specifically because it was all but idle to him. He had zero intentions of leaving the pup in the future. Death could and would be the only thing to separate them if he could help it. Arguments like that, of passion and caring, were the best kind, at least to the old man.
He winced at hearing that crack, glancing back at him as his brows knitted. "'At doesn' sound good.." he muttered, head canting to one side. "Fuck," he muttered, shaking his head and giving a small chuckle as he leaned back against a tree, staring at the sky. "I keep fergettin' yer old. I mean, I c'n smell it, I've seen it but.. ya don' act it...'
Jason smiled and chuckled, settling in with the whelp, leaning against the tree as well. "I can't act it or I'll be it." Ah, the truth about the old man's truth finally being placed into words. "Reality is an illusion and my illusion is my reality. I look younger, I feel younger, and I act younger so that I can be younger." He grinned. It really was an ingenious little process he had managed, and he was proud of it. "I can live this way as long as I don't die." A chuckle fell from his lips, the delight of it all settling into his eyes. He enjoyed these little mind games with himself.
He blinked, trying to think all that over, frowning faintly as he turned it over in his mind before he gave a short huff, shaking his head quickly, nose crinkling. "..whutever." His head was full and swimming enough as it was, he did not need to be trying to figure these kinds of things just now. "...didja have parents?" he suddenly asked, pulling one knee up and resting his arm on it. "...ya c'n tell me t' shut up anytime."
Jason smiled up into the clouds, his gaze taking on the sky. "Yes, at one point, I did. My mother was a wonderful woman, a scared and terrified individual who was forced to leave her own nomadic family to live with my father. He was a self righteous, egotistical, and abusive bastard who enjoyed beating upon his family in the evenings when they ran out of drink." There was no bitterness to his voice, only a subtle flat sound of facts being explained. He was quite old and had spent a lot of time thinking about his past previously. "My father used to beat upon my mother so severely that she would swell all over. I remember helping her to ice her face sometimes." His long legs stretched out before him, both feet laying to their respective sides, and his hands folded in his lap as he spoke.
His brows knitted as he listened, he physically bristling l little, oh no, he did not like the sound of that at all. "...bastard," he grumbled, shaking his head. He opened his mouth to ask what happened to them, but then he remembered the other's real age and quickly shut his mouth again.
Jason smiled a very vicious smile for a moment before opening his mouth again. "Eventually I grew old enough to kill the bastard. I choked the life out of him. I still remember the look in his eyes as he died. It was an interesting day." He shifted, bending one knee and unfolding his hands to play idly with a long piece of grass next to him. "My mother killed herself shortly after that which left me pretty much alone for a while. I never had siblings to worry about."
Kyle blinked, turning a wide eyed gaze to the taller. There was shock in the other's eyes, a kind of disbelief. It was probably ironic, coming from a young man who had taken a great many lives in his time, but there was a difference. Kyle felt guilt for his actions, he felt as if he had no choice at times, and at others, he carried around a tremendous burden of guilt. To hear the other talk so, joyously, so casually and distantly about the actions, it stunned him, left him speechless, and so he stared, wide eyed and half slack jawed at the elder mutant.
Jason chuckled, looking away for a moment, then turning almost haunted eyes back to the whelp. "You seem surprised. Is it that strange to you?" A slight amusement seemed to light the elders face, his darker recesses were evident in his own face, the same slight sensation as the darker rage that had taken him over in the hall not so long ago. "I can be deadly, I'd just rather not be." He looked back at the sky, the sun's radiance lighting it for a while still. Birds flew across the expanse before them, looking for food and calling out to each other.
His brows were knitted, still staring at the other, eyes still wide, he suddenly feeling chilled somehow. "I... 's jus'..." he muttered, still looking stunned. He had no doubt the other could be deadly, but... the lack of remorse, the... He blinked yet again and then looked away, utterly at a loss.
"It's been a long long time since then. I feel the worst for my mother I think. She was so fragile, always needing tending to." He smiled gently, then, memories of her coming back to him. "She used to sing me to sleep sometimes, this strange little lullaby. She had brown hair and soft eyes." Fond memories rose to him then, from the depths of his memory. "They say that when you grow you end up marrying someone who's just like your parents. I could say that's logical. Both of the important women in my life have been just like my mother in some aspects. My wife was also a bit like my father, headstrong and solid. Lilly, was almost more fragile than my mother, if that's possible, but at her core she had the heart of a lion." He chuckled then and looked back over. "Just like you, my friend. Just like you."
His brows were still knitted as he stared at the sky still, he suddenly looking rather uneasy. In a way it was a good thing, it was distracting him from his heartache, but it was making him uneasy for an entirely different reason. "...'m a killer by nature." he muttered, scratching at the back of his head. "...I don' like it." It was a rather poor attempt at expressing what was bothering him, how could this man talk so lightly about willfully taking another's life? Kyle felt guilty enough about the things he nearly did in a feral rage, but this..? This was entirely different.
Jason nodded. "I think I am too. I understand the feeling. I dislike killing, but sometimes it's necessary." And to him it was that simple, there was no other large moral consideration or overly anticipated problem with it. He just let it be as it was and that was all. "It tends to make someone a bit too aggressive." That was an understatement at least in his opinion.
"...'S only necessary when 's them 'er yew... and even then..." Funny how someone so tied to survival and instincts could hold such strong convictions about the subject. The thought was making his heart beat faster and his stomach twist sourly. "...It makes me hate me..." he muttered, very very softly, it little more than a grumbling breath as he let his head drop, chin all but resting against his breastbone. He had no idea why he was being so open, asking so many questions, putting so much trust in this man but, it seemed he could not help himself. He simply hoped he would not be regretting it shortly.
"I often feel the same way about myself when I look back at some of the things I have done." He shook his head lightly. "I'm not proud of it all, but it has happened and I will not deny it." His life was a strange jumble of activity, action and reaction, as he knew it to be. Nothing seemed without connective responses to the world around him, and yet, he often felt severely isolated from other people. It was a very odd mix of emotions about his life. Most of them had been sad. Memories of emotion filled moment, tears of regret and a deep aching loss over took much of his memory. "I often look back and wish things had been different, but there really is no use for it. It can't be. So in time I simply no longer worry. I can not change who I am anymore than I can change my past."
He let out a slow sigh, staring off at the distance, pulling one knee up to his chest and half curling up around it. "...I've done a lotta bad shit,"he muttered forlornly. "I dunno how t' make it better." he was rather annoying himself, he could not seem to figure out why he was talking so much to this man, yet he was, opening up and chattering on. He supposed it could be blamed on the state of his rather broken heart, but he was trying not to think about it too much at the moment. "'M tired of feelin' so shitty 'bout it." he added thoughtfully, voice rumbling low in his chest
Jason nodded, patting the whelp on the shoulder. "Perhaps one day you'll find yourself letting it all go because you're no longer that person anymore. You've changed, grown, and moved on." It was what happened with him. He had completely disconnected to the emotion of it all, letting the past stay in the past. It was simply his way of accepting what had happened.
He gave a short snort, shaking his head firmly. "'S me. 'S a part of me, fer good er fer bad. I can't jus' become someone else. 'M me. 'S important." there was a very stubborn streak in the boy that kep him firmly tied to his past and his pain, it was probably a strange thing to those outside his head.
An eyebrow was raised at the whelp's insistence, but let it go. "If you say so. I won't be pushing you to change, but one day the things fade a bit more. It will always feel important, but sometimes the memories aren't as clear..." And that's how it was with his own. He knew what had happened, but the emotion of the moment was gone. All he was left with was his actions, his memories having lost their crispness.
"...none of 's clear fer me.." he murmured softly, brows knitted as he stared absently at the ground. It was true, he had strange, unclear memories of what had happened, what he had done, it was part of why it was so hard for him to forgive himself. He was still unsure just what had happened that had led to his capture, which had brought him to Revolve, and he was quite honestly terrified at the possibilities. "...I hope yer right,' He whispered
Jason reached over and tussled the boy's hair a moment. "I am. Don't worry, Gibs. It will be alright." He smiled and nodded, repeating himself. "It will be alright."
He nodded, swallowing down a lump in his throat as he leaned against the tree, watching the sky. "I should go lie t' Aidrian t'morrow,' he muttered, wincing at the thought. He hated lying, he was no good at it at all, but if it was for the good of his new friend, well... he would try.
"I know you don't like having to do so, but it will be easiest for us all in the long run. It needs to be believable." He sighed heavily, the reminder of the present keeping his mind back in one spot where it would need to be. "I'll get you a flight there and we can settle the details afterwards. I'll need to discuss things with their owners individually. And would you rather it be there or here on the island?" He turned his eyes to the pup once more, organization on his mind this time.
He nodded, licking his lips. "I'll jus' tell 'em 'at you tol' me t' tell 'em it couldn' happen... 's true, 'cause ya did so... 's easier.' he shrugged, still frowning. He smiled faintly at the thought of a fight, ti would feel good, cutting loose, but all at once his nose crinkled, a snarl touching his lips. "Not 'ere.' he said it very quickly. Not that he would not like to share a bit of his freedom with Aidrian, but he did not want that nasty tiger here... not where he could seriously hurt Jason..
"It would be easier for me to have them here. It would cost more, but it would decrease the likelihood of issues on the schematic and tactical end."
The side of his nose twitched, his eyes narrowing. "...I don' trust th' tiger," he growled. "'E's dangerous, Jason... 'e doesn' care... I don' want 'em near ya.. not like 'at.."
Jason shook his head. It wasn't a very good idea to run that plan on the island because of the importance to both brothers. If that was their plan then it would need to be something easier to handle than all that. "He didn't take my head off when I shook his hand." He pointed it out logically, look at the angle from all sides. "He could hurt me, kill me, eat me, and all of the other violent things that I wouldn't be surprised if he developed a taste for accomplishing, however, I also don't see a reason for it. Not if he's out of range of any handlers. This would be like a mini vacation for him. I could keep them here for...two days. Hm." Jason thought through the concept, ignoring Gib's arguments about the one mutant being dangerous entirely.
"No!" he said quickly, suddenly standing and snarling a bit, he looking bristled. "'E's everythin' we shouldn' be! 'E enjoys ht' killin', 'e enjoys bein' everythin' Revolve wants 'em t' be! 'E's a killer, 'e's happy t' be a killer! It makes 'm even more dangerous, makes 'em unpredictable... ya can't trust 'em, ya jus' can't..!" he insisted suddenly, fire and near panic in his voice, brow knitted deeply
Jason looked up at the pup's form, his insistent and panicky voice ringing in his ears. It made sense to him, quite clearly, but it obviously didn't make sense to his whelp. "Yes, he might be happy to be a killer, but killing on just anyone's terms except your own isn't a comfortable thing. You yourself hated it, and I don't imagine that he's much different. Just because he enjoys killing doesn't mean he enjoys being on the island." Jason stood as well, brushing off his legs from the grass and dirt previously. "Besides, that's likely what people thought about you for a while." It was what he had been told while he had spoken to those in the agency that had allowed him to take on this little mission to 'save' Kyle, at least that's how the officials had viewed it.
"An' I nearly killed ya when ya brought me 'ere, don' yew remember 'at? Ya get a breath of freedom an you'll do whatever ya gotta t' keep it! I... 'e... I jus'..." He frowned shaking his head firmly again, obviously half terrified at the idea. "Whut if 'e does somethin' t' ya? What if 'e 'urts ya? I can't... 's... no." He was a stubborn creature when he wanted to be. He was quite hoenstly terrified of the tiger for the mere fact that the mutant was embracing everything Kyle was fighting against. It was a psychological battle for him, to see someone being all that the blond feral was naturally and was attempting not to be. While he did want to help Aidrian, he wanted to see his supposed brother bound and locked away from the light of the world ofr all time, for the mere fact that it would be like locking away the part of himself that frightened him. It truly was a blind, irrational, panicking kind of fear, a few calm, firm words that it would happen and it would be fine would get the mutt to accept the encounter, but that did not mean he would enjoy it.