His chest swelled with breath when he heard that repeated back to him like a declaration, and his expression softened with faint euphoria as he swayed on his feet. Yes, he had chosen well to leave such a message. This was one who could give him what he needed, and he would see to it that Steve gave it to him. "No, you and I are different from the others. Others recognize decapitation is difficult, the little details to doing it, but you and I... we're special." And they had each other.

He shifted and stepped off the plane, falling the distance with his rifle in hand before the sound of his boots hitting the floor echoed. The tile under his feet cracked, but he simply ignored it and stepped away, flicking his rifle with an expert each to swing against his back instead. He walked towards his friend. "I saw my old face, you know. Strange they'd make a monument part for me, right?"