Duva returned quickly, flying all the way in the form of lightning.
Even without using that method to move quickly, he had a Xenomorph under his command that had Chestbursted an Eternal and possessed Super Speed.
That was why, in the battle in New Mexico, he had ignored Gilgamesh, the burly man with Super Strength and a more violently aesthetic fighting style, and focused entirely on capturing Makkari.
Super Speed was an exceptionally useful ability at any time.
Duva passed through hundreds of Xenomorphs and arrived at the wall, looking down at the pitiful creature curled up in the corner.
"You're back? Look at the state he's in." Mister Blue let out a strange laugh.
But the next second, Duva grabbed his enormous head and slowly applied force, pressing his entire body into the ground until only his head remained exposed.
"My patience is limited. Besides, there's no need for you to use such a stupid method to express your attitude. Through the Xenomorph inside you, I can sense everything about you."
Duva stared at this intelligent man, who had long been restless and desperate to study the Xenomorphs, yet had been forced to restrain himself again and again until he was practically driven insane.
Mister Blue was not stupid. He knew even better that Duva could monitor everything about him. But knowing that was one thing; desperately wanting to do something yet being unable to because of countless concerns was another.
"Take my advice. Your intelligence should be used where your expertise lies, not to express your needs to me through nearly childish irritability."
"When those same words are transmitted into my brain through the Xenomorph Larva, they take on a different meaning. This is no longer advice. It's an order. Can I take that to mean you agree?"