"Ah, yes. That I guess I understand." Jack laughed softly, not at the man so much as at the situation. She had had hands where they shouldn't be before, and she'd had to fight the sometimes urge to remove those hands in a slightly violent manner.
"The problem with always questioning yourself - you don't always learn from it. You have to trust yourself again. Just don't fuck up the same way. Find a new way to fuck up, right?" She tugged a little at the vine, wincing just a little. She'd have to wash her hands when she was finished with this, but she'd be okay.
"They're tv shows. Yeah? Demons? How are they ingrained?" Jack peeked up at him. "Tulpas, nice one. Me, I like cursed objects. I know, not exactly something we gank, but not exactly something we just roam round either.
"If I had to pick a creature, honestly, none of them. I mean, where do they go after they're dead? I've heard Purgatory, but let's face it, no one's found if that place actually exists. Plus, why would they go to the middle ground?" Her nose wrinkled at the thought of it.
"You haven't seen a pretty girl with short dark hair running round, have you?" She might have been trying to change the subject.