Daywalkers. Isn't that one of those newfangled terms for, well, vampires? Dennett pauses to look down at himself, as best he can in the dim emergency lighting.

"Well, I sure don't!" Though he's going to side-eye the meat in the cafeteria from now on. Because what do they do with the dead bodies?

"But is strong all there is? I mean, surely there's, I don't know, love, compassion, happiness?" Surely more important than stabbing a stranger in the face.

"Iteration? What's that mean. I mean, I know the word, but...how can a world be prior?" He thought he had the trick of his speech, but that just flummoxes him.