"... Hell yeah. How the hell am I supposed to stand by, huh? They killed people I cared about. I wanted to be part of the retribution." He clenched his fists, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, Quatuor was calm again. "Tell me," he said, looking Kat in the eye. "If everyone you cared about, save one, was shot, beaten, or burned to death, wouldn't you want to crack a few of their skulls?" There was a flame in his eyes as he spoke, undoubtedly from anger. Not at Kat, but at the Blackguard. "The hells so wrong with bein' supernatural anyways?" he snapped, at no one in particular. Quatuor wasn't looking at Kat anymore, as he was glaring off to the side. "And 'cause of all that s**t, y'know what? The last two 'undred years have been pretty goddamn hard, that's what. People are gonna see everyone here differently 'cause we're not ********' pansies."