A slight twitch came to his smile at the mentioned of his father. Berserker raising to the surface a bit, but he calmed him down, it would do no good to get angry at the mere mention if his past. The other spoke up, confirming his suspicions. He was indeed there to give them a hint as to a way our of here. He spoke of a reassignment in terms of a team as well. People.....that could either be a good idea...or a very bad one. He sat up, his hand brushing the blade as he did. He glanced down, noticing the wound he had inflicted on his finger earlier. It had begun trying to heal, he watched it for a moment, before turning his attention back to the other.
He noticed thetension within his body first. It was typical of people when they were around him. He was rather unpredictable. He watched as he finished talking, seeming to relax a bitafter a moment. It was probrably safe to bet he had figured Kanra wouldn't make a move to kill him at this time. He was asked in turn if he had any questions. It made little difference if he did or did not, he had little choice...not that that ment he was not interested. He smiled, looking straight into Sycom's eyes behind his glasses. "No point in wasting time with the little details hmm?" He tilted his head slightly to the side, "I have no problem with this...best to get the show going.". Berserker seemed in a sense to agree with him. He was even more active within the other, causing his eyes to lighten a bit, but not fully turn white.
An interesting twist indeed.. his smile turned slightly darker and more serious in nature, though not in a malicious or threatening way. So...he would be joining a team of others like him to save the world. It was almost enough to laugh at, like a knockoff superhero movie, except these heros were not to good at heart.Very well, we will see where this goes for now. That was the best attempt at getting a cooperative nod from Berserker. The other would be good for now, both sides were curious as well as interested in what was being asked of them. He picked up the blade finally, before standing and moving to a desk on the other side of the room. He placed it safely away, to ease the other's mind fully about their intentions. A few bookson top of it, he might have been assome would say insane, but he did enjoy reading. Most were mysteries and a bit of hystery though..most did involve murder ofsome form. Hecould not deny that. Itwas becoming more and more apparent to him by the day. The thought and art of death... he looked to where ascar adorned his hand, both sides carried the same mark. He clenched his hand slightly, before turning to smile at the other once more.