"I know." He was sympathetic to the need to cause chaos, though he was oppositely minded in that respect. Mick's nature could only be contained for so long before he began seeking worse outlets.

He gives a stony look to the floor at the mention of torture, quietly pleased that at the very least, his dying moment meant the obliteration of these time bastards who had so thoroughly messed with Mick.

"What, dampening all those external little urges? Mick, I hate to be that guy, but if it's between letting you cause fires and hurting you, I'd much rather go with the former. No offense."