Little Cato is still listening and it takes him half a second, but his ears perk up as he picks up what McCoy and Hellboy are putting down. Their captors couldn't do anything about the stone hand short of chopping it off or something. But they probably got cocky due to the magic shackles they had and thought they didn't need to get rid of it. Or mayb the scientists want to study it.
So he still has a stone hand and it might be able to scratch at the collars. The collars with writing that does...something. Little Cato doesn't know if they're just code letters in alien writing that have to be hit in a certain order or if it's something weird and mystical but the fact his hand might be able to mess with the symbols and scratch the surface of the collars means they might be able to wreck them at some point.
But they need more than that. They don't even know if the "you might have powers" thing is true and if he and McCoy even have any. Or if they're useful. The humans were able to drop them all before no problem - that's how they got in this cell. They need more time being led around this place to try to scope out security. Exits. They might need things to crack security doors in between themselves and said exits, including the door to their cell. They need to find ways to arm themselves once they try their escape attempt.
But there are three of them now. They're not all fighting alone. That's three times the chances to steal useful things when dragged around the facility to the scientists, three times the chances to scope out their surroundings and get useful intel from other "myths" they come into brief contact with.
His mind is awash with the same kinds of feverish escape plans he practically tortured himself with during those years as Lord Commander's prisoner.
But this time he's not alone.
"We need to keep faking that we don't get along," he whispers with the absolute ghost of a breath. "Or they'll separate us. They thought we'd keep each other busy by fighting."
His eyes dart towards the cell door he so desperately wants to door dash past.
"If we work together we maybe have a chance of getting out of here."
Loudly, he goes into fake anger mode and sneers, "Dude, you're one to talk about faces. Your forehead looks like you had a butt there that got sliced off by laser filament."
He fake glares at the doctor. "And don't think I'm fooled for a second by the super soft act. I don't care if you're a doctor, I know how humans are. Here, they're assholes, back home they're all a bunch of sell-outs and cowards. And assholes."
Except for his dad. Except for Quinn and Nightfall. Except for all the human members of the Resistance, the former Infinity Guards that refused to sell out to the Lord Commander and the Titans. Buuut the human guards don't need to know that.
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So he still has a stone hand and it might be able to scratch at the collars. The collars with writing that does...something. Little Cato doesn't know if they're just code letters in alien writing that have to be hit in a certain order or if it's something weird and mystical but the fact his hand might be able to mess with the symbols and scratch the surface of the collars means they might be able to wreck them at some point.
But they need more than that. They don't even know if the "you might have powers" thing is true and if he and McCoy even have any. Or if they're useful. The humans were able to drop them all before no problem - that's how they got in this cell. They need more time being led around this place to try to scope out security. Exits. They might need things to crack security doors in between themselves and said exits, including the door to their cell. They need to find ways to arm themselves once they try their escape attempt.
But there are three of them now. They're not all fighting alone. That's three times the chances to steal useful things when dragged around the facility to the scientists, three times the chances to scope out their surroundings and get useful intel from other "myths" they come into brief contact with.
His mind is awash with the same kinds of feverish escape plans he practically tortured himself with during those years as Lord Commander's prisoner.
But this time he's not alone.
"We need to keep faking that we don't get along," he whispers with the absolute ghost of a breath. "Or they'll separate us. They thought we'd keep each other busy by fighting."
His eyes dart towards the cell door he so desperately wants to door dash past.
"If we work together we maybe have a chance of getting out of here."
Loudly, he goes into fake anger mode and sneers, "Dude, you're one to talk about faces. Your forehead looks like you had a butt there that got sliced off by laser filament."
He fake glares at the doctor. "And don't think I'm fooled for a second by the super soft act. I don't care if you're a doctor, I know how humans are. Here, they're assholes, back home they're all a bunch of sell-outs and cowards. And assholes."
Except for his dad. Except for Quinn and Nightfall. Except for all the human members of the Resistance, the former Infinity Guards that refused to sell out to the Lord Commander and the Titans. Buuut the human guards don't need to know that.