That would certainly explain Brainy's goody-two-shoes routine. A legion of super heroes, hm? They probably went about saving people from things like him, causing wars in the name of good, stopping wars for the same reason, blowing up the bad guys and generally causing a ruckus. But they were powerful and did the things no one else wanted to do or could do, so they were lauded for it.
Brainy's answer also explained his unbending penchant for scientific proof. People always turned a bit odd being stuck indoors all day. It was why Grell preferred field work - or, at least, one of the reasons why. Unlike Brainy, however, Grell liked to work all the time. Certainly, he liked taking it easy when he was back at the office, but when it came to work? He devoted himself entirely to the job. The thrill of the hunt, the beauty hidden beneath pain, the voyeuristic joy in seeing someone's Record played out before his eyes were all experiences he could not live without. It was an addiction of the worst kind. It was something God had ingrained into his kind, and into him with unusual potency.
But Grell listened carefully to what Brainy had to say and as that hint of amusement crept into his voice, a smile began to play on Grell's lips. So that was his family, was it? They pulled him out of his little robotic shell and helped him grow closer to his human goal. A charade, certainly, but a good one. "I see. Aren't you lucky? All of us are too busy to take nights off. Everyone dies sometime, and someone is dying all the time. Tis why I am so terribly bored here. I like my work. It's no fun without it."
don't worry, he'll be bitchy again and you can go back to hating him :D
Brainy's answer also explained his unbending penchant for scientific proof. People always turned a bit odd being stuck indoors all day. It was why Grell preferred field work - or, at least, one of the reasons why. Unlike Brainy, however, Grell liked to work all the time. Certainly, he liked taking it easy when he was back at the office, but when it came to work? He devoted himself entirely to the job. The thrill of the hunt, the beauty hidden beneath pain, the voyeuristic joy in seeing someone's Record played out before his eyes were all experiences he could not live without. It was an addiction of the worst kind. It was something God had ingrained into his kind, and into him with unusual potency.
But Grell listened carefully to what Brainy had to say and as that hint of amusement crept into his voice, a smile began to play on Grell's lips. So that was his family, was it? They pulled him out of his little robotic shell and helped him grow closer to his human goal. A charade, certainly, but a good one. "I see. Aren't you lucky? All of us are too busy to take nights off. Everyone dies sometime, and someone is dying all the time. Tis why I am so terribly bored here. I like my work. It's no fun without it."