[After a bit of looking abso-fucking-green he manages to force it down. Jack. That is just, everything. It's not a name. It's a pejorative. An embodiment of everything that is wrong in his life. Like a curse or Billy Mays ad.]

You know what, this one's my fault. I admit it. I let you in the house, I drove you here in my car— I should have just left you in those woods. Lesson learned. Next time I'm not stopping ghosts from eating your face.