Shy Deer Steppes he runs, wishing he could fly

He was given a taken aback look from the mangled ghost of a woman that caused him to bite his tongue, much as he loved to bicker. Like she was one to talk! At least she'd made her purpose clear, but he objected to it. Black Hat had plans for this child, his latest slab he wished to mold into his own vision. She would make a fearsome weapon, one far deadlier than the likes of @Radar.

But he kept his tongue under lock and key for now, waiting for the opportune moment to release it from its toothy prison and coax his prized weapon-to-be back to Nightwalkers — to him. Hela could believe the choice was hers, but Black Hat was the puppeteer behind the curtain pulling the strings.

He always was.