Kurt opened his mouth, but then he settled back, leaning his head slightly to the side. When would he ever get the chance to hear Creed talk so freely and at length about the ideas that made him operate like he did? With Kurt's team mates around, Creed would not get past the second sentence without being accused of weakly rationalizing his killing sprees. And maybe that was all it was, and still Kurt found that at least he should give it a try.
And Creed didn't sound like a savage who picked up on some armchair psychology explanations he threw around, but like someone who's mind was made up quite cleary. It was not excuses, either, he admitted to the murders, after all, to his own philosophy, to a lot of things Kurt had expected him to try and talk away once given the possibility.
When the blonde mutant was finished, Kurt let silence linger for a moment. The room suddenly seemed unsafe. There was a certain power to Creed's words, and it made the world appear that much harsher and colder for a moment, even if it had just been a glimpse into his psyche.
"*Also..." His tail wrapped itself around Kurt's ankle. "I obviously will not change your mind, but let me say what I think."
He shifted a little, looking up to Creed, right into his eyes this time.
"Many of the people who are here want to forget or change what they were before they arrived. Some of us run away from our past. Maybe it's true what you say. Your exstence in itself hits too close to home, making them remember how they used to be and think. However," he smiled slightly, "they try to make up. And I don't thing this is much about set income for most, and more about atonement, or at the very least the feeling that they belong somewhere in a world that was often unkind to them."
He shifted in place a little.
"I will only speak for myself now, Herr Creed, because I know, regrettably, precious few here find the peace in themself to agree. But what sense does it make to be so angry at the world, or the humans on it? They won't go away, and even if we'd slaughter them all, the nature we'd have accepted for ourselves would then, as sure as the sun rises, make us turn against each other."
The blue mutant had only looked mildly confused, half-amused at Creed taking in his full sight, but now he did the same, though with other intent, as if he wanted to look further inside him.
"You must be quite lonely," he said, almost surprised. He hadn't expected Creed to realize. "I suppose you will laugh at me, but don't you think people might start looking out for you if you'd stop pulling out their eyeballs? Or don't you care anymore?"
He closed his eyes as the enraged villager's voices rang in his ears for a moment. "I'm trying to understand what you say about the gene. Maybe I could be like you, I suppose, but that's what it's about, ja? If a man can be brave without fear, it's not really bravery, and if someone doesn't have to try to be good, then he lacks a side of the human - and mutant - mind."
He looks up again.
"That's what separates Logan and Gambit and Psylocke from you. They try to be decent, as far as they can be. Me too, by the way. I don't want it to sound like I'm better than them. I'm just another guy who tries to be as good a person, because I... like people, I suppose. Does this sound horribly naive to you?"
It was an honest question, and Kurt was still smiling.