Tim could try to point out the nuance in this argument, the fact that those hundreds and hundreds of people that he'd killed were trying to kill him first, not just some randos trying to get their grocery shopping done or whatever. But Jack probably knows that this nuance exists and just isn't acknowledging it because it's way easier to justify that way, so Tim might as well just save everybody's breath.

"God, this is messed up."

He's going to get over his freak out, Jack, just give him like five minutes before you dump the next load of awful exposition on him. He needs to digest this stuff and, he doesn't know, enjoy however much time he has left as a normal human. Make peace with the inevitable loss of body number two, god he just can't look the same for longer than a few years, apparently.

"Does everyone here have a soul? Do I?" Tim isn't really a religious sort of person (definitely not since he burned that church down, it was an accident), but that question is now very relevant and concerning. And since he's thinking about this topic...

"...Do you?"

Because... robot.