"Why do we have to kill it?" Shep leaned forwards on the table, resting his head at a tilt against his knuckle.

"It strikes me that something made entirely of fire would not exactly enjoy the world being eternal winter. What we're doing is in such a being's best interest, is it not?"

Shep shrugged, stirring a finger in his cold tea.

"I also don't exactly relish the idea of fighting something made out fire."