Bane shakes his head at Chiro.  "I don't have a problem with WHAT you, or anybody else is.  It's a matter of WHO you are.  Lighting them up was about as uthless as I was willing to be to get away, and you were protecting someone to boot... something I hadn't realized until later.  I shouldn't be so hypocritical, I was ready to burn them all alive when I thought I had to as well." He takes a breath.<br/><br/>"I'm not concerned about revenge.  But as long as you're an asset, and you keep us alive, do what you feel like.  I'd just like to make sure I don't kill anyone that I don't HAVE to.  All I want is to have a nice job and a house and real food someday, and a life where I can make real friends.  On the streets, real friends are rare... they're really just allies, because in a lot of cases, freinds will cut right through anything that impedes survival... even their own."  He examines his last vial of vore serum, licking his lips in recollection.  "I'll bet that's what most of them want."