"Eight," he says flatly. "They judgin' you over eight." He gestures with his unclaimed hand.

"Eight? Well, hell, ain't you a skanky reprobate." He rolls those red eyes of his before chuckling. "You don't wanna know how many I've killed. You don't wanna know how many I killed the day I came to this train." He cringes.

"I figure y'all'd have me in some kinda mask an' a straight-jacket. No matter what my reasonin' was." He's right, to Yondu? It feels insignificant. "You ain't like me, though. Even if I wasn't trained from a young age to do it, in my very nature I'm a hunter. It's in my genes. It's in the way I watch people movin'. For someone raised differ'nt, not built on bein' a predator, and taught to be lovin', 'sgotta hurt a lot worse."

He at least understands that.