Creed growled at the unyielding leader, and didn’t stop even after he left the brig. He was outraged. Being both confined and helpless in the gravity field unsettled his nerves even more. What infuriated him the most, however, was that for once, he came in peace, and still wound up a prisoner. His improper judgment and attempted theft of the Blackbird surely worked against his cause, but his inherent motives were the same.
When rest seemed unattainable, he openly shared the sordid truth about everything he knew to the X-Men: LAMBDA’s defection, and the rebirth of both Weapon X and Sentinel programs. But – to Creed – these “good guys” acted in ways that stood against everything they represented. Excluding Kurt, no one showed remorse to his imprisonment, or showed any willingness to join his fight in stopping the crusade against mutant genocide. Victor expected them to be similar to Catholic pastors at a confessional: it didn’t matter who was in the opposite end of the confessional booth, they simply needed to listen, forgive, and pray for the mercy of God to watch over their souls.
Victor believed even if he saved a burning building filled with young children and bunnies, someone on the X-Men would always be fearful he’d eat one of them the first chance he could. And though the band of heroes had every right to keep their guard up around him based on their history, Victor – in his own way – lowered his guard on his own free will, kept it down, but still had his freedom snatched away.
“You heard yer’ boss… “, he snapped. “Fun time’s over – give th’ toy gun ta’ one of th’ other kiddies. We’re done talkin’. Go away… An’ pray th’ power doesn’t go out down here….”