He could tell she was angry by what he had said. He didn't have to tell. Most did not like what he had to say. They had trouble hearing what he was saying. He had to wait, however, to see what she was perhaps having trouble hearing. Reaching his hand up, he touched it again to the bruising on his face, grinning a bit at how much people could misunderstand. Their reaction to being wrong, in here, this so-called prison, was also one driving reason for those who sought power and control, being on Helmut's hit list.
As she spoke of her home world and of what had gone wrong, he hummed a bit before he let her finish. Once she had, he pulled his hand from his face. “Yes. Well, Kara, I wasn't, perhaps, anywhere near being alive, or around that area at the time. If you have any grievances with this Brainiac thing, killing all of your people and destroying your planet. I'd advise you take it up with…it.” He teases a little, grinning impishly. Then he glanced away, “It is not that I do not think you understand. It is that I think you are trying to excuse a wrong, you, yourself, would enact revenge upon. Because you love those, I do not. Why should I be made to forgive those who use the corpses of my people and family, to look better to others? If the culprit behind your planet and biological family and people still lives, still be gloating about his acts that ultimately contributed to that tragedy, right in front of you.” He gestured to the TVs hanging around, praising heroes for their work.
“And if you were called a villain for avenging, what was done. When those who make promises to stop that, are the one's that did it. Would you not go a little bit mad?” He inched closer to the glass, “You think you would still choose differently? And Walker, did he, choose differently? Maybe some men just cannot be saved by doing nothing at all. Maybe that's why your planet is gone. Good-Uh. Kryptonians sat around, hoping for the best. And where are they now, not here? But you are. Ah, but you were perhaps too young to help all of that, then.” He waved a hand.
“How about I propose this, if, someone came for your dog or your child, accidental or not. Could you really say, you understand me now? You may have loved ones, and they may be lost to you now. But my son, was not lost. My son, was taken. He was killed because of Anthony Stark. His actions, which he has not at all faced the actual consequence of. I understand you, Kara, I'm not arguing that you do not understand me. I am just confused how you can stare me in the eye, and expect any different response than to make those pay for what they have done. I'm telling you, the pain I am supposed to be in, is because of those you grieve, giving it to me. This evil that I am, is born from your friend's actions."
"So forgive, if you find my lack of empathy upsetting to you. But I feel nothing for those you care about, in the same way you have. To me, your friends are killers, just like me."
But he had hashed this time and time again, with her, with everyone. No one ever seemed to hear what he was saying. Kara and him were friends, he was a useful asset. But he was still just a man, driven mad and to do awful things, because of awful things that had been done to him, to his family. He didn't want to be good, he didn't want to be evil, either. He wanted to be dead. But he wanted to leave the world better than how it currently was. Less hero worship, perhaps, even more co-existence, and helping everyone, without some being made idols over others.
Perhaps he just sees heroes as something different. He grew up with Captain America, and old heroes like those. His father once had worked on the same project that lead to the creation of Captain America, until he was exiled from it, becoming the first leader of Hydra in the process. Another wrong the Stark family had done to his family. Of course, his father's leadership was lost when the Red Skull and Zola stole it when he was still only a child. Helmut was threatened, and his father loved him, then, and so gave up almost all leadership roles, becoming a puppet, and then the lead scientist.
Soon enough, Captain America had come, his father was grievously injured, with a mask being melted to his face, in the fight that followed. Thus, he was driven mad from the exchange. From those days on, Helmut was subjected to severe mental and physical abuses by his father, so heinous that his mother had run from home, and died months later in a car accident. Staring at Kara from his cell, he grinned. If she understood him, she would know why he chose the stance he had. Why heroes to him seemed to be the most opposite of the word. Outside of his father's maddened ramblings against them. Because all his life, all heroes had done was bring ruin. They took everything from him.
Helmut only wanted the scales balanced in return, no heroes, just people, doing heroic things. Was that really so villainous, and so evil of him? Sure, he had to kill some people, people who deserved it. He was not a hero, his actions were not heroic. He was a consequence. The answer to “Who punishes the heroes for their crimes?” No one, until him. Helmut glanced away, listening to Kara talk of those she had lost, “They took my mother, when I was a child, crushed under rocks. Stole her from me, and then got her killed in a car accident. I was just a child, and I did not understand. Why my mother? Hm? Why my father? Why my son? Why my wife? Yes. There's no answer. There's no consequence. I have to watch. Year after year, after year. Those who took these people from me. Be praised for their heroic actions. While my entire family, my friends, my combatants, my country, rots, and is forgotten on grounds that I can no longer go to.” Sure, that was his fault, but he had hoped to be dead by now, so he really had nothing planned for this bonus level.
“It is sad, you lost your friends. Who killed my family. Or played a part in their deaths. I am very sorry to you, Kara. They are, all, culpable in these horrors, however. Do you understand what that means? I cannot take away, what was done, and make them do the things they chose not to? All I am able to do, Kara, is see that my family, my wife and son, my mother, who were innocent, did not die for someone else's vanity.” He turned away a bit, staring at the ground, “I am sorry, that it is your friends who played that hand. If it were not, I would not hate them so. But that is the reality here. Your friends all played a role in what led to the deaths of my family. There is no walking that back, Kara. I also did not kill any of them.” If he were being honest, he would have hoped, no. He would have guessed they would do exactly as they had done, up till this moment. To kill themselves.
He was just giving them a nudge in the right direction, or he supposed in Kara's perspective, the wrong direction. Seeing as he was portrayed as a villainous man for the heroes coming to his country and destroying it, and his reaction to that, not being to 'talk it out'. They were already far past the talking phase when Anthony showed up at a presser to tell them about how he was only doing, just to get home. It was like Anthony has spit a mouth full of lemon juice in an open wound, seeing this press just after the death of his fucking child! His child didn't get to go home! His child was dead and buried because of what Anthony Stark had done!
Helmut glanced over toward Kara, swallowing. He didn't think he could kill these people, of course. But they were doing a bang up job, now that he had shown the world, bringing them down was not only doable, but necessary, if need be. And need, be. He sighed at her comment, “They do not have to give me a reason to kill them? How about that? As long as that is doable. I do not want to kill those who are doing good. I want to kill those who do good, and bad, and face no repercussions for their bad? I am no murderer.” He grinned a bit, maybe that was a bit of a lie, “Well, not for no good reason.”
He pauses, for the dramatics, “Unless, you believe, my son, did something deserving of his death?” Helmut asked. Sure, he was using his son's death as an excuse to be a murderer. But also, his son was innocent, and didn't deserve to die, and he wasn't going to let anyone forget his son did nothing to deserve to die, for one mans vanity. Kara could try and make him sympathize with her losses all she liked, but her losses played a hand in his son's death, and he was feeling psychotic from that, “I'm perhaps too evil, and too psychotic to tell you that your friends deserve to live, Kara. Because I do not think they do. But I will, not, kill them. Though, it is my understanding, some of your new friends want me dead. So, perhaps, you should focus on sharing that with them? Fair is fair, and all that.”
“I work well with everyone. Mr. Walker practically gave me brain damage one of the last times I had seen him. Word is, he has gotten worse.” Sucking on his teeth, he glanced to one side, “And James, tsk tsk tsk. Well, he is still not happy about being a means to an end. Also, he sent me away with those lovely warriors who kept threatening to kill me. Who had me in Wakanda for a while. Let me tell you, maybe they should have paid more attention to those jurisdiction laws.” He giggled lightly, “Anyway, I am not the enemy here, Kara. I have my reason for why I do not like many of those you associate with. You know this. I should not have to be made to forgive any of them. Just as James should not be made to forgive me. I do not want forgiveness, anyway. I want revenge. All those I want revenge from are currently absent. So I suppose, we are good, yes?”
He glanced away. He did like James, a contradiction walking to what he had seen of these supersoliders in the entirety of their creation. Something went wrong in the correct way with James. Perhaps it was that lack of ego and vanity that made him different. James wanted to hide and still save others. Currently in the most mundane and normal way. Being a congressman was excessively boring. But it was something other than building AI in your basement against the law that destroyed a country! Helmut looked at Kara before the guards that came to the cell. As it opened, he just stood for a moment before glancing around, then back, making eye contact with a camera in his cell. On the back of his head was some kind of small connector implant. Then he turned his head back to Kara quickly, “Alright! Let us get going then.”
The quicker he was away from RAFT, the better! He couldn't stand another round in those simulations they often kept him in. To 'reform' him. Helmut is too strong to completely fall for the simulation's lies. Helmut moved toward her as she was talking, nodding his head slowly at her words, “Treaty. President. Betrayal. Understood. Can we leave now?” Staring at Kara as she seemed to be amused by that bit of darkness, “I do not understand, but sure. Yes. That would be quite interesting. But not unheard of?”