“Frankly, it was because of such a...person? Creature? I don’t know...but, anyway, that I met Del,” he said, grimacing, as if the words tasted rotten in his mouth, “yeah, like I could see why someone like him could be roped into...something distateful, but not that, not her.”
He clearly had the type of anger that remained under the surface and you could see just enough of that expression on his face to indicate that. “Though frankly I’ve had a few...experiences or more close-calls. It’s messy as hell. I’d rather get tortured by S.K.U.L.L at least a hundred times before being on the wrong end of her, so I don’t know how the fuck Del’s able to survive her. I mean, I find it easier not breaking than just being straight up killed if I don’t have what she wants. I do feel sympathy for him, to an extent; though I do end up pushing enough boundaries at work being friends with him.”