Dead. He was dead...
The commander of Hala's Starforce, Yong-Rogg, was dead!
And he had died on this remote, life-bearing planet in the Milky Way.
"No, he can't die! He can't die!"
This was nothing like the scene Alvin had imagined, where he would be thanked.
After watching the seemingly "human" fellow before him slaughter Rogg in an extraordinarily brutal fashion, Mar-Vell showed no joy at having survived. Instead, his face was filled with terror and anger.
"How could you kill him? You shouldn't have killed him!"
With one arm severed, Mar-Vell looked like a madman. He staggered to his feet, then stumbled over to the area containing Rogg's... well, what could loosely be called his corpse.
Then Alvin watched Mar-Vell rummage through a heap of pulverized flesh like someone who had taken far too many drugs.
After a while, he found a wristwatch that had not yet been crushed.
He stared at its readings for a few seconds, then his face abruptly turned deathly pale.
"It's over. It's over... Everything's over." As though his backbone had been ripped out in an instant, Mar-Vell slumped into the foul-smelling pulp of flesh, his eyes blank and unfocused. "It's too late. You shouldn't have killed him..."
"Uh... so you're saying I shouldn't have killed him?"
Alvin was slowly left with a question mark hanging over his head.
Honestly, he was already starting to regret it. Should he not have saved him just now?
In Mar-Vell's eyes, he saw not a trace of gratitude for being rescued, only deep resentment and hatred.
"Wait, was he your lover?" Alvin finally could not help asking.
After all, in the original story, Mar-Vell, disguised as the human Dr. Lawson, had been nothing more than a "plot device."
Dr. Lawson's purpose had been to research the Tesseract