Balthazar makes a small, thoughtful hum. He's angry on the man's behalf, but Dilandau's explanation actually gives him pause. It's logical enough, and an angelic perspective is different: even the weakest of the Host is trained to fight. Humans, not so much. "All right," he concedes. "It's not a decision I'd have made, but I'll give you that one."

The fire is a different matter. Balthazar rubs his chin, frown deepening. He's not liking what he hears, although he can see the logic here, too. It's just incredibly reckless, desperate logic. "You don't know our captors well enough to be certain of that. Depending on how fine-tuned their control of this location is, fire might have been an amusement rather than a concern for them."

"That's what bothers me about this whole disaster. The Doctor made assumptions about this place with no backing evidence. So did you. And both of you acted without consulting or listening to anyone else." Pushing off the tree, Balthazar stalks at an angle to Dilandau, not threatening violence, but slowly invading his space. "So, your plan was to destroy the entire town, and anyone caught in the woods was collateral damage, too bad for them?"