[Knives's lower lip curls with disdain at the sight of the human beneath the red ooze. A human - as expected. It doesn't take much of an imagination to realize what's happening either or what needs to be done.

Whipping his blades around, he effectively blocks Kasady and knocks him back, trying to keep him separated from the symbiote. He glances at John, his voice sharp.]

Burn it.

[Not 'him'. 'It.']