Carth chuckled at his 'plight'  "Yeah, only once then," he said, looking at the other gray play with the data stick. They could breed out many things, even train out even more human traits. Curiosity wasn't one so easily conquered.<br/>He chuckled again a few moments later, "it's been a long time since I could really let loose though. Well, and enjoy myself, that is. My employer, she..." he smirked. "I don't know what that bitch gets out of it, but she begs me every time to not hold back. It's..." he sighed, looking once again at his knuckles. "I did it the first time just to shut her up, thinking that if I broke her so badly she'd need a full reconstruction she'd stop, but it didn't work that way."<br/><br/>He balled his fists for an instant, then relaxed, "I could certainly go for something where I could actually enjoy myself," he said, pondering the data stick again and idly wondering just how many lives would be lost on either side and finding a well of untapped bloodlust quiver somewhere inside him. Maybe he did miss the bloodshed. Maybe he did beat her to a pulp because it was his only outlet.