There he goes. Jay watches with grim satisfaction as the creature uses Tim's body to destroy everything around him, aiding him as best he can. He feels a warped kind of relief, like at least that thing has a fucking sense of self-preservation. It's almost better this way, providing Tim doesn't wake up like this. It'll keep him alive.

Fuck, just how desperate is he, here, to be grateful for something like that?

He keeps pace with the thing, grateful, too, that it can't see or stop him.

Hey, they're almost fucking functional like this. Dead and possessed. You'd think they'd have cracked that a while ago.