Jack: but I want to kill with the bows! Then they become my ghost slave. Dead! -tourtered soul rises before him- go grab me an apple! -turns to Blake- you want anything?
Nick: trudges back up to the castle. Emmalyn: leans up against tree and slides down, unable to believe what she heard.
Fiona: *hears Blake yell blood type and shudders* ugh, that blood is gross, especially since its human blood, ugh
Jack: can we arrow her, I'd enjoy making her do what I want. Once I killed her with the bow, it's physically impossible for her to refuse my request.