His hand remained on his blades hilt, unsure of his next action. Perhaps he could reason with the figure. "This place...This is my home, simple as that. Has been for three years now. It offers me a chance to relax with my wife, lead a calm life." He motioned to the carnage around him, anger rising. "I hate infighting, reminds me of my childhood at Abaddon. People fighting the government for supplies, public assassinations to inspire fear. It's not Fûcking needed, just talk your problems out and reason with each other.