"That. Makes sense," he says. And thinks.

"No one could blame them. For wanting to live." As he talks, his pace slows; the gears in his head are visibly turning as he works out the apparent crisis they've found themselves in. "I..." Hm.

"And what about the people being possessed? Do they know what's going on? I mean, they, it's--it's not fair for the people here either, to have their lives and... bodies taken out of their hands. Not without even being asked."