Artyom nodded his head in reply. "Yeah, I know what you mean.... more then most" he murmured as he looked straight ahead once more. Cracking his knuckles, he then fastened his seat belt in preparation for the flight. "Also, do not look at me any differently if you do not have to, because if you want to help me one time at the island. I want you to do it  because you know I will be valuable to the mission. Not out of pity." He said softly to Maria. "If I must die for the cause-" he looked over at her. "- Then I will die for this cause." His voice did not falter as he spoke his peace. "Okay? I  hope you feel the same, though I will try to save any that I can."<br/><br/>He smoothed his hair away from his forehead and eyes as he flipped his hood back over. Though he decided to keep the mask off until they got to the island. "Now, allow me to resume my violent and serious poster of  malevolence and so on" he said with a small smile. Artyom was  not much for joking. Though when it happened they were rather bad jokes to be sure. Not that humorous at all.