[ Want not, waste not. There's not much to say for that one; the intention was good ( by monster standards ) and it wouldn't be the first instance of accidental monstercide. ]

I've seen horror movies. Can't count how many fairy tales I've read in the past couple of years. Humans are people. We don't disagree. Our entire business is run on that principle. Respectable deaths. Ethical meats.

But the Fog's already got to them. Just those humans in particular. Dyster humans. You should see them, like cheerleaders at a Dallas game. They treat monsters like royalty, see it as an honor to give themselves over to you. I've seen cults before, but I've never anything like them. Different kind of death cult.

They've been getting too convenient. It's having a simpler option. Fly back to Bavan to get the man who didn't tip his waiters, or have someone at my feet, begging me to kill them, within seconds? ...There's something just about giving someone what they want. [ In case Jack forgot he was talking to a Nephilim, Slade's halo grows brighter as a reminder. ] Who am I to deny them?

[ Thankfully, this flash of holy talk is curbed pretty quickly what logic still remains. His halo dampens down.] Better option would be to emancipate the humans. Which we'd be able to do with the Fog gone.