Back to square one, Kurt thought, even before Creed had opened his mouth to speak.
It couldn't be denied that they were treating Creed with too much caution, at least in Kurt's eyes. True, Creed had not made a good case for himsel. He hadn't trusted them to believe him and had headed straight for the jet, but they were proving him right. The idea that Sabretooth could peacefully come here and ask for sanctuary was laughable either way. They only felt save to listen to him when he was restrained. He might be responsible for that, too, but it wasn't going to get them real peace. Creed might play the good boy for them, but their rough ways surely had served to anger him.
And we need him to tackle this new Sentinel problem. He fought a long brave fight back there and surely gathered all kinds of inside information.
"Good night, Herr Creed," Kurt only answered, straightening his black pullover. Over his shoulder, he looked at the lonely figure floating in the pillar of light. He shouldn't feel bad for Creed, but having seen him flinch and tense and obviously suffering from the way they held him prisoner, he couldn't help but do so.
Maybe it's time for me to go to bed. He would just wait for his replacement to show up, since Scott has specified he wanted to send someone else down