Yeah, sure, girly as it gets when the dead stand back up and come to kill you. One drop of blood mingling with theirs and -bam- you're one of the brainless horde.

[ Well, except for the court's pet experiments like him, but he has no need to talk about that. ]

You've got nerve, asking 'why bother?'. I'm not gonna sit on my ass and let those monsters spread. The orechestra is fighting while sick perverts have nothing better to do than make things worth.