"I killed my goldfish when I was young, I knocked over his bowl while I was playing tag with my imaginary friend and he just kept flopping around," David said, a look of horror on his face.
"Judging by your face, it was not a pleasant experience?" Jack asked.
"I am still scarred to this day," David shuddered.
"As for me, I killed plenty of rats in my homeless days, I believe I have said this, but I was unable to eat so... Sometimes I had to improvise, although I cannot say I felt any kind of remorse," Jack replied, a cold look crossing his features. David would be lying if he had said he wasn't scared of Jack in that moment.