There's a moment here, when Haizea says that twelve people is a small price, and Garrot first puts himself between them, that's he's pretty sure he's going to finally hit this guy. His fists clench, and tension rushes up his spine as he braces his feet. It's a split second of true, pure fury, and then Garrot starts speaking.

The fury resolves into a bitter rage instead. He cannot stand the way Garrot talks to him. The way he seems to think he knows anything about him. He rolls his eyes the second he's told to apologize, gramps sliding uselessly off his back. He doesn't know what the word means honestly, and he doesn't know why Garrot is using it as an insult.

"Oh, fuck off," he growls, throwing his hands up between them as if to push Garrot away from him. He doesn't want to actually touch him though, so he turns and walks away, sniping over his shoulder, "I'm going with her. Twelve people is too many people, and I don't need to be grieving to know that."

And he almost leaves after that? He wants to just go out into the rain, too pissed off to be in this room with these people right now. Instead, Haizea actually says something of any value at all, and he pauses on the far side of the room to listen. He believes the wizard when she says she hasn't killed anyone, but he does want to know what the hell happened with the village. He's pretty sure he's out of this house as soon as he's got that answer though.