"Hey, it's rude to point." Jack waves his hand to shoo away the Pokemon. Why was it into his prosthetic face?

"You'd be surprised, kiddo. The people who pay the closest attention don't exactly advertise it. There's some not-so-dull blades around here." He knows the ones from his own world, anyway. They watch. They listen. They get involved in shit they shouldn't.

"Well yeah, welcome to the majority of human existence. That's all most people want, something to believe in and blame everything on." Made them easy to control, at least. The masses would look to anything if it promised them all that shit.