"Many jobs," he replied with a smile. "Politician being the most prominent, but I was an information connoisseur for my government, an ambassador for peace, and well... I raised children. It's important to know what they're thinking." He decided that it was best for his budding interpersonal relationships to keep the fact that he headed an ex-Nazi death cult that had survived through strategic compartmentalization, financial manipulation and starting battles in the name of a future peace. People in general might frown upon that.

He examined Andyr quietly for a moment and then tilted his head, sympathetic but plainly unable to contest that bitterness. Why would he? Pierce had lived a life of privilege, had seen his share of knocks, but never the same as this man. "I would be a liar to say that I wouldn't. Your life experiences need not be cheapened by my attempt to rationalize why you have become what you are."

It was such a good thing that this young man was so special, wasn't it? He knew someone with a similar face that could claim to the fame of being coveted and special as well. They might have even suffered in similar ways. The difference was that the Soldier presented arms to any head of HYDRA for the express purpose of elimination. "Instead you rebel to have what little revenge you can, is it?"