"You sure about that?" He's not stopping; the downside of making noise is smaller monsters tend to run, and Heat's pretty sure this guy can't tackle anything bigger than a pony. "Everyone's healthy and stable, is that it? Gonna stake lives of your comrades on it, or you just don't care?"

Heat's tone says everything about what he thinks about that. Stupidity. Raw, unmitigated ignorance. Nobody could fight the demon inside off forever. Sooner or later, the instincts won.

If they didn't have another target, they'd find a target. "I can respect a guy who doesn't give a shit about anyone but himself."

What happens here isn't ... quite the same. Moon Warps have ended in terrible violence many times, but he doesn't even know the moon warps are a thing yet.