"What do I have to be defensive about?" He knows, deep down, he shouldn't ask. But Midnighter was not built to retreat. So instead, he barrels on down the road littered with traps. He'll survive, though. He always does, even if he comes out the other end a little rougher for wear.

But, ike every fight, he doesn't want to give his next moves away. His focus ends up on the plastic container that he thoughtfully finds a spot for in the closet.