Even though he had been fairly certain Jack would listen to him even after the Moon Warp, it's still a relief to hear. Taking the other seat in the shop so he's not looking down at Jack when he's talking, there's a long pause as he tries to work out the words for what he wants to say.

"There's... more, besides the demon and hunger."

If Jack can find the courage to reveal his secrets to the Convoy at large, then he can talk about his own to someone he cares about, right? And yet it feels as difficult a struggle as drawing blood from stone. It was his hunger that had been the catalyst for what had happened that night, his devouring that had driven John to lash out at him.

"My original world and all the people within it, we are creations of another world called Nirvana. That's why we were without emotion. When we gained our demons and emotion, we also gained incomplete memories of humans who died in Nirvana. But... some of my officers and I, we faintly recall our human life in Nirvana. And I..."

His hands curl into fists where they rest on his knees, his voice quiet.

"There's always three people. In the life before I came here. My life as a human. Now. And someone is always killed. Because of me." He lifts his gaze to Jack, his worry showing in the tension in his wings. "I don't want that to repeat again."