[The little boy nods shakily, wiping a wrist against his face with a cough, a faint trail of soot left behind. He doesn't seem to notice.]

Th... t-they're loud and they destroy stuff... the ones that don't protect people. D-do you think they... t-t-t-they would destroy a whole world? They're mean a-a-and scary and... [He bites at his lip with a sob.] They... they hurt lots of people... they made Mary g-get r-r-r-really mad and t-t-tell me t-to h-h-hide... and... a...

[There's another chocking sob before the boy just stops in his tracks, face buried in his sleeves and failing to produce any words that might have been legible. Was this what the world being destroyed would be like? No, he didn't want that! He didn't want that at all!]