The look over his shoulder then somehow translated its dryness despite there being anything to go by but a faceless grill. "I think you have misinterpreted confusion for fondness."

Confusing. Annoying. Unpredictable. But Felwinter supposed he couldn't say he outright disliked the man. He simply had no idea what to do with him half the time. Had he ever come across such people, back when he was simply a data gatherer? He had no recollection, but then he couldn't even be sure that it was his own experience or if Rasputin had been the one piloting, to some degree.

And then the Light made him something else...