That makes him flinch. He gets mad about it too, when he thinks about it. What the Kree do is just what the Kree do, it never hurt him as bad as his parents doing that and knowing what the Kree would do to him. It's never really come out of someone else's mouth and he's not sure what to do with it.

"Just 'cause you didn't see it doesn't mean you didn't do it or you ain't done it yet... You seem plenty the self-sacrificing type."

He looks off to the side as he fiddles with his SCA settings, seeing if the machine can recognize this particular connection.

"'Salright. I hardly ever consider myself worth more than what killin' I've managed to do. I get it." His only value, he figures, is in all the blood that rushes over his hands. Torrents of it. But he's not on that team. He's on the one that was meant to protect. It's never made sense to him, not even now. He doesn't consider himself any good at it.

But here he is, Blue Team.

"Maybe the ones with shit lives'll eventually be able to get off at a stop of their choosin'. One day."