[As he picks her back up, as she celebrates and the fire starts to grow, a smile slowly starts to make its way back onto his face. Oh, he's still fucking enraged, but this is catharsis. He pats her knee, then hands back the gas can he's been carrying.]

You got it, babe, that's what I'm hopin'. Blow the fuckin' walls off this town. There's, what, gotta be tons of fertilizer in some warehouse here, right? I really wanna see that shit go up. I really wanna know where they kept the dynamite for the mine.

[Probably well-hidden in some underground bunker. That's where he'd put TNT. Shame.

Large tanks next to a building ahead look really promising.]

Oh, shit. Maybe that's airplane fuel? Or natural gas? Fuck, we gotta get that. Okay, start another can there, an'...

[He looks at the road ahead. There's a park back here, which seems fucking absurd, but a huge octopus of a tree, branches spread wide, dominates the space. Whatever that is, it's important. Tucked away back here, it's some town symbol anyway. If he can't burn every building in the entire town, he can sure stab at its heart another way.]

End there. That tree, it's gonna burn real bright tonight.