There's a certain fearlessness that comes from either being incredibly overconfident or simply incredibly oblivious, and either could fit Heat well enough. He is indeed terribly new here ... but so far he hasn't seen any evidence things didn't work the way he expected it to. Case in point, in a paradise where nobody needs to hurt each other, someone's already drawing weapons.

This pleases him. "Then everyone who's come here before now is a moron." It's slow, when he begins closing the distance between himself and SecUnit, step by casual step. "Sounds to me like turning into 'monsters' and devouring each other is still on the table. How do you know which ones to shoot and which ones to protect if you're not part of a tribe, if you don't have tag rings and aren't even wearing your tribe's colors? Guess and hope you don't kill someone you like when it's dark and demons are everywhere?"

This place is the same.

It's just brighter. There's a sun. There's plants and things. Little scurrying creatures. A bug. He's sure he saw a bug, he's still pretty sure he's hearing them. "No wonder your own guys are threatening to eat your candy ass. Who knows what side you're on."