Pascal's grip on the flamethrower tightens. He's too white-knuckled to really have anything like precise aim (not, notably, that a flamethrower is exactly a precision instrument for such things). His impulses all say run even if he wants to be brave and fight. "Yeah, I can see you're really interested in talking. This is how you guys prove you're just poor innocent victims of the blood frenzy, is it? It wasn't even our fault."

He really believes that last line, by the way, and it's gritted with both his earnestness and his venom toward the vampires. They'd been pushed. They do believe the vampire should be killed, certainly, but they hadn't wanted to do something so impulsive. No, they were driven to it by something else.

And as Mitchell was hoping, he makes a break for freedom, weapon still firmly in hand.