"Humans with grenade launchers don't count, I can vouch that they're not that easy to take," Kurt gave back. "I think if you hunt down LAMBDA, I wouldn't exactly chase you to the confession booth for it, either."
His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. Maybe there was a way to direct it, if it was only for the thrill of the hunt. He wondered if Clarice knew, if she'd tried. Hell, the two of them together should be able to pinpoint a dimension full of things that could eat buildings, couldn't they? From his experience, enough of those existed. Wouldn't there be targets to feed to Creed?
"Except you're going to get yourself killed." That thought probably should have filled Kurt with a sort of calm. After all, wouldn't it solve a problem? But he couldn't for the life of him make himself think of it as something solely good, just as Creed, in his eyes, was not utterly rotten, was worth the attention he was giving him.
Slowly, Kurt took a step forward. "You have a daughter. And I... don't want you to die, either."