Hickey lets out a sharp, bitter laugh as he cuts off another strip of flesh.

"And what do you mean by humanity? As far as I'm concerned, trying to live, trying to survive, that's the most human thing of all. Don't ascribe morality to humanity."

He pops the flesh in his mouth, chewing as he just stares John down. Annoying. This man is starting to sound more and more like Harry Goodsir. He hates it.