Grimm began to chuckle as the cold felt refreshing to him, his planet had always been freezing cold. Though as it increased he began to worry, as even for him their was a limit to how much cold he could take. Even though it was higher then everyone else's, he sighed as he listened to Mind Warp speak. As loathe as he was to admit it he had been thrown in this hell hole, because he was alone. Though the people here he could not trust, especially if they were all lead by their own selfish desires. He didn't want to end up as a prisoner rotting away in a dark dirty cell. Where people pocked, and prodded him stealing his blood. Making him cry out in pain as they exposed his flesh to Delphite; all in the name of science they would tell each other. The thought of staying here scared him, but these people killing him over something fickle scared him even more. Though he figured with Mind Warp keeping them in check, he figured that going with her was the least horrid of the two horrid options.
"How can we trust those in this room? How can you say you need not worry of betrayal, if we are all looking out for ourselves? Even if one were to join you how could one be certain that down the road their'd literally be a dagger in their back. You speak of teamwork, but you cannot hope to have one without trust. I know I am a fool, because I've decided to join you, " Grimm said still retaining the arrogant posture he held.
He heard as the cat girl began to suffer, and he walked over to her. Slowly kneeling as he took some of his cloak, which was made up of nanites healed him, and used the energy from the souls he consumed. Even if they weren't attached to the cloak they fed off of him, no one else unless reprogrammed to do so. He introduced it to Cheshire's hands allowing it to heal her, as much of an arrogant ass as he was. He couldn't stand it when another suffered as she was. He ignored those that said dispose of her, he'd heard that before though it had been directed at himself. His people viewed him as a monster, and he reveled in their pain as he killed them. Though with these people, the most he could do was help the poor girl.
"You're welcome, and don't threaten me again. Or I'll turn your brain into a red smear on the ground," he said to Cheshire.
He stood, and walked into the airplane, not caring to listen to what Cheshire had to say.