Kyle remained kneeling with his hands lifted as Logan spoke into the communicator. His heart was still racing, he was still feral and the fight or flight was still in him. He knew he could not fight the men who had done this to him, that much he knew. The mental blocks were too strong, too strangling, so he wanted to run. He had to run, and the Haven had been the only place he could think of to run to. And it was right there. Right within reach. He could just duck his head and sprint and be inside, in a safe place, he was sure he was faster than the heavier feral. Remaining still was the hardest thing he could do, and still he forced it on himself, ignoring the itch in his muscles and the thudding of his heart in his pointed ears.
He only gave a small shrug when Logan commented on his 'smart like' behavior. It was true, that much he knew. He was and had been a wild man for so long, but now he felt like a man rather than an animal. Oh the animal was there, deep down inside, he could still feel it, still whispering ideas and urges and impulses, but for the first time he could think, he could reason through them, he could decide yes or no on them. It was an incredible, difficult kind of freedom.
"I'm not here to fight," the seemingly reborn Wild Child answered Logan, moving slowly and carefully. He stood, hands going to the buckles on his shirt, claws clinking quietly against the metal as he undid them and shrugged his shirt off. He was as hairy as ever under the sleek black uniform, that much, at least, had not changed. He held his arms out then, giving Logan free access to his arms, gloves still covering his hands and half of those wicked claws. "Go on... I appreciate the trust you have given me." Oh yes, truly a different person.