It was not hard to see that something was happening to Creed. Not when he showerd that look, that posture that Kurt found so often, in students, in his friends, when he had made a careless remark or deliberately pulled a dozen one-word answers out of them until they arrived somewhere meaningful. There was so much pain in so many here, but to see it in Creed was unsettling. Kurt hadn't expected this level of emotion from someone who was reportedly a bloodthirsty demon.
It wasn't like Kurt couldn't understand some chose not to be victims anymore in ways just as drastic as they had been treated. His own expression was much softer now, but he didn't dare to voice the emotion. Many didn't like that either, because, again, victims were pitied.
"Ach, your resistance was to be expected. My universe's Logan said someone's gonna hurt me real bad one day because I'm asking for it, and I'll turn into a supremely annoying teleporting supervillain," he joked, standing close to the gravity field. He wanted to take Creed's mind off whatever it was he surely had seen often enough in darker hours. His tone was light. "Your life's long. A month or two of trying my 'hippy shit' won't hurt much."
Kurt nodded his head. "Alright. No cowjumping, but we can't have you apply your 'survival of the fittest' rule to our students and team either." Maybe he would talk with Scott about the gravity field. The collar had to stay, of course, so they they could restrain him more easily, but keeping him in this pillar of light for longer than necessary...
"Can I ask something, Herr Creed? What made you come here, of all places?"