"What? Your kind carry that gross things called cooties." John sneered lightly with amusement regarding the juvenile concept, but ultimately offered a smirk. "So the Fort would stand strong with out plague, and rule the lands for many decades." Though the chances of them finding a world like this was slim, and practically non-existent, John would admit discussing these little plans they would have with a world of pillows and nonsense. It wasn't something that he so readily did with others.
Pyro was ready to argue the satisfaction of the revenge, and seeing the face of that person that you got that sweet victory over. The look in their eyes as they realized that you, the one they slated previously, had ultimately achieved the truest victory. Regardless of violence or not. "Right." Pyro smiled instead. It wasn't worth ruining this simple afternoon with arguing the opinions back and forth. This was just fine the way it was.
Taking a deep breath, Pyro just reveled for a moment. Despite spilling his blood, this day, this day was a good day.