"Where's the fun in that?" he asked, and it wasn't entirely clear whether or not he was being sincere in the sentiment. All things considered, he wasn't much of a brawler -- which wasn't to say he was no good at it, because he was, skilled in several different forms of combat at that, but he was an easy target to underestimate. He didn't have the same itch for violence that other people in their line of work suffered from; his homesickness was generally born of feeling of uselessness, of being unable to help out in any significant way. Helping Doom after so long of helping no one didn't strike him as something particularly ideal.
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Date: 2011-05-08 03:18 am (UTC)