"Yeah, he better not be." That's little more than a gutteral growl. Mick better not be here, they didn't rip him to pieces hoping to get a chance to do it again later. Heat still doesn't attack, this isn't about just killing some idiot Solid still wearing his dead Leader's colors, this is about the lack of proper gratitude to the Embryon for letting him come along to Nirvana.

Or wherever this was. Paradise should have more to eat.

As John retreats, Heat pursues step by annoyed step; the other guy hasn't changed yet so obviously wasn't feeling too pressured, maybe he really DID think he could take over what was left of his Tribe. Except rivals weren't allowed. Not in the Junkyard, and not in Paradise. "What, you're gonna declare you're planning on taking his place, then you're gonna run away? Come on, coward, let's see if you've got what it takes, I'll soak that shitty yellow cloak in your blood and stain it a real color to be proud of."