Wheatley looked back at the man with glowing eyes. They weren't glowing now and that calmed Wheatley. "What do you think? I mean, I think we're all pretty much on the same page about the whole not-wanting-to-get-incinerated thing, but what do you think about perhaps bringing a few others along? I mean, this bloke seems to understand that it might be dangerous to be alone in a place he's never been to."

Whealtey began to wring his hands, his eye brows forming an uneasy crease. He knew that this man thought the rest of the lot were dumb. He'd made that pretty apparent. But perhaps sticking together really was the logical way to handle this. He began to feel his head heating up with the building stress uncertainty never failed to bring. He knew it probably meant he was overheating again. Thinking tended to do that to him.

"I-I'm not chickening out... I just think I was being a *teensy* bit selfish just a moment ago. Most of these people haven't done anything wrong. It would be rude of me to just up and leave 'em here with the Living Furnace over there."