He may have been human, but the devil had graced him with fire and warmed his body with a lunatic like madness that kept him heated. He still had his doubts, but he knew that they didn't just get him involved thinking he'd rat. Because he would have cut out his tongue and blew out his own brains and they knew it." You obviously don't know what I'd do to keep you guys safe. Comrades forever and forever comrades. Go to war with anyone who tries to hurt your own." He smiled and gave one of the men a fist bump and then looked in the back and grabbing a shotgun and some slugs, loading them up and grinning as she asked him if he'd be able to handle the harsh cold of the far north. He almost laughed about it." The hellfires warm me and my insanity is the mistress I snuggle for heat. You insult me after all the shit we went through."<br/><br/><br/>He pumped a slug into the chamber and put it under the seat before pulling out his pistol and putting a fresh clip in it before putting the safety on and sitting on it in the case that they were stopped. He didn't mind being the one that pumped out rounds, not for his brother as his eyes turned black, then normal again. Something was off about him, something that had been building up since nam." I can survive anything. Remember how many bets all of you would bet against me when you sent me into those camps. I'd always come back and collect my cut. What's a little cold going to fucking do to me."