The moment that balled up piece of paper starts to fly, Garrot is already growling. He doesn't care what they do and he's completely detached from whether they live or die. Whether his father lived or died.

"You don't care, even if someone wants to end the world! That'd kill you, you realize that?!" And he's breathing deeper, trying to calm himself down, to stop his claws from cutting into his palms. "Are you like this every year, or am I getting special treatment because I'm different?"

Hell of a way to bring things back around, but okay Garrot. At least he's got his head on straight enough that he's still trying to make progress.