[ In a different situation Ben might be more careful about his wording, try to conceal the truth of what that other version of himself really means. But Pratt is confused and terrified and he deserves nothing less than the truth, delivered quickly and as clearly as possible. ]

Some kind of - I don't know. Shapeshifter entity. All I know is, if you get too close, it turns into whatever you're most scared of...

[ Pratt is kneeling and honestly, Ben isn't so big on the idea of standing up right now, either. He lets himself slide down the door until he's sitting on the floor, hands clasped together tightly, hanging his head so he can press his forehead against his joined hands. Catching his breath is one thing, but there's so much adrenaline coursing through him that it's going to be a long time before he stops shaking.

He keeps talking like that, clarifying further: ]

For you, that's Jacob. For me it's... me, using my powers to hurt people who don't deserve it.

[ Ben gives an extremely tremulous exhale, like he's close to crying but holding it back. He looks up, finally, hand coming to press against his stomach. His expression is devastated and apologetic. Tightly, he says: ]

I'm sorry. I- I- didn't want you to have to see that.