"...Never, Sir."
For someone who had his identity mechanically subordinated as a child by someone he loved and trusted, along with a few other things here and there, Kristoff wasn't really capable of holding a real grudge against Doom. So he'd been used; at least he'd been useful. The closest he ever got to a grudge against the Master of Latveria was when he saw Vincent's reactions to the reminder or apparent threat of Doom.
And hearing Vincent callously spoken of as a weapon, as a tool, brought on a horrified rage that, well, made Kristoff stop paying attention to shield maintenance so he could just get up and hurl himself at Doom, gathering as much of a charge as he could, his face already a little wet, his systems already reacting badly to the charged attacks, his fear no substitute for confidence.
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