I told him I felt just a tinge of sadness for the Man when he raises up his arms. This is quickly overshadowed by the awesome event of the burning itself...but still, just for a few moments, I have this strange bit of empathy for an non-sentient object...it's like we're old friends that have shared so much together and now it's time to say goodbye. Maybe it's just a subconscious reckoning that the event is nearer to it's end than to it's beginning...but still. It's an odd little feeling, if not misplaced, and seems centered on the Man himself.