Kadaj had his arm resting in the busted motorcycle as you both tried to escape the heated battle with Avalanche.

“I’ll reach my goals, I swear.”

He mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. You were his companion, but his focus wasn’t on your wellbeing most of the time, but more on his own intentions. So it was a surprise when he asked this question.

“Did you get harmed during that?”

Kadaj looks over, tilting his head as his white hair that covers half his face drops alongside movement.