Jack lists off apparently every single way he can think for a monster to eat a human being, and it's... it's a thing? Like everything that he just said is its own particular brand of Horrifying, a nice little verbal stroll through the Wonderful World of Fucked Up Shit, coming soon to a Timothy near you.

"Jack, I don't think I can adequately say how super not helpful this is."

Thanks, he hates it.

"There is just no part of what you just told me that makes me feel better about anything? At all? Not that I really want to feel better about having to eat people, even if it's just energy or whatever. And even if some people are okay with, I don't know, getting bitten by a vampire, I'm pretty sure no amount of fetishism justifies murder?"

And then there's the whole soul thing, which, actually, now that he takes a second to properly digest that particular little factoid, what the whole and entire fuck.

"Or eating souls? Oh, my god, that's really horrible? Like, the implications of that are deeply existentially terrifying?"