Xavin relaxes. âAny enemy of the Kree is a friend of mine,â they say honestly. Hatred of the Kree is a nearly fundamental part of being a Skrull, especially in Xavinâs lifetime, since the rebellion.
They know some Humans have a distasteful fascination with the Kree against all logic - perhaps just because of the novelty of extra-planetary life to their primitive society (theyâve gathered that the depictions of other âaliensâ theyâve seen are just fantasy, too nonsensical to be actual records of Human encounters with other civilizations.)
"I think i would like to meet your team."
To be honest, that seems likeâŚkind of a weirdly, suspiciously easy way to make friends with someone. But since a minute ago he thought he was about to get his head torn off, Billy is not looking a gift horse in the mouth.
"You would?" he asks. "Um - I donât know if nowâs the best time, but I think theyâll want to meet you, too."
He offers his hand, grinning nervously. "Iâm Billy. People call me Wiccan, I guess. Or, they would, if people actually knew who we were."
They return the greeting gesture. They've seen it before, but they've never done it themself. "I'm Xavin," they say. "I apologize for my earlier... hostility. I'm not used to visitors, and I've had some unpleasant encounters."
Now that they know this Billy is an ally they try to switch from warrior mode to something a little more polite though etiquette among exiled Skrull nobility is probably a bit different from what Humans expect. Still, as he isn't actually trying to attack them, they suppose he deserves to be treated with some respect.


















