And if Sinclair could read Jack's mind, listen to the reasoning he's got, he would kindly keep to himself how much Jack's sounding like his father right about now. That probably wouldn't go over too well.

"You're not wrong about that," he laughs.

Because it doesn't bother him. Not really. The Little Sisters lost their humanity the second Tenenbaum implanted those sea slugs into them. Now they're just walking produce. Vegetables, ripe for picking.

That's all they are. It doesn't really bother him.