"So basically we have to cut off their limbs somehow." He says, rolling his eyes. "With the quality of weapons like these... We might as well be fucked." He growls, stomping the ground, before frowning. "Hang on. What about the guy who came to us bleeding? He said... Don't let me become like them. Yet... He was already like them." He murmurs, before looking at the thing's head. "Are you sure you examined his brain properly?"