"You're smart to stay back. Asgard took interst in that sphere of yours." Varger says. "Talkings really just the only option beside Nidhogg for dealing with you guys right now. I could probably take down one of you like this, another two or three when armoured but then my Reactor will feel the stress and I'll slow down and boom. Dead." He lights a cigarette. "Believe me when I took the job I thought you'd all have been killed by Hazama and I'd be in for an easy first job. As for going merc I think its the best way to get better." He exhales. "To fight. To learn. The only fucking thing that gives me any joy any more." He drops his voice so no-one can hear him. "aside from scrabble." Before raising it to the usual pitch. "You can't convince me to stop or change or whatever. Right or wrong bear no relevance to me, I havn't a clue what right or wrong means to me anywho." He looks up. "When I'm under orders, I will try to kill you. All of you or whatever is asked of me. Kessler pays enough so I don't care." He reclines slightly while he prepares his sytems for when he wants to leave, his right arm was nearly fully regrown.