Fury looked mildly amused at that final comment.

“There probably will be. I’ll speak for you.” He walked away from the ship as Dunnaman chose to follow, secretly pleased the creature had taken him up on his offer. If he could turn back time, Fury might have well looked for some alternative to his problem, there was always another way. He had killed many to achieve his aim, but none before had bothered him like Kanitah. He had always been able to justify his actions, the ends and the means, petty talk. Regardless, in some small way aiding Dunnaman felt like making things up to a man he shouldn’t have killed. Not many get that chance.