Creed was wide eyed, stunned at what he said when prompted to proclaim his desired above all. Had it not been for the unnatural – but ever soothing power of the Tesseract – he might have lied, adding more to the web he tangled for the generations of his life.
“I want… Her… Him….and him. I want all three of ‘em…and I fuckin’ shouldn’t!”
Those eyes narrowed with his infamous ferocity. He continued to face the light, speaking with painful, spasm inducing truth, much like a general ordering his troops to hold their ground for their final stand.
“Givin’ a damn ‘bout other folk… S’gonna get me killed in some strange space world… Or worse, turned into the bitch of a king who can’t do his own dirty work.” Creed hissed as he felt his bones heat, and he paused, if only to allow the soothing balm of the alien cube to restore this moment of honesty and clarity.
Slow, tired steps brought him closer to the Tesseract.
“I was better off solo. Worryin’ bout my own neck, doin’ whatever it took to stay on top of th’ food chain… Now, all I end up doin’ is runnin’….hoping everyone I let myself care about is still alive so I can see ‘em again. Tch…fuck me….” He spat.
A glance upward towards the bird.
“Ain’t nobody called me ‘Solomon’ but my Ma an’ Pa, before I tore their throats out… How’d you dig up a secret like that?”