So whatever, Jessica is vampyre and thus Sookie's only slightly not allowed to have an opinion about Bill's daughter, which is awesome to see through this fantastical lens, because she's all, "So are you? And yet parts of your former self are still in there, right? I wouldn't be with you if they weren't." Her eyes glamour him, and he must tell the truth. "Yes," he says, sadly. Would that it were otherwise.

(They could so easily be David and Keith talking about their sons; maybe that will make this particular through-line -- and Sookie's total retardedness in a little bit -- easier to follow: I manage to understand you just fine, right? Because we're in loooove? Am I unable to wholly love and understand you because of your black experience? Are you drawing that line? Because it's your prerogative, I just... Am I allowed to be offended by that? Because from this side the added bonus is that it looks uncannily as if you just drew a line. And there's me on one side, and you -- plus our kids -- on the other. And I think maybe that implication was a mistake on your part? But I'm, again, unsure if I can even say so, because doesn't that also imply, although not in parallel because white privilege, but doesn't that also imply that there are unknowable things about me? Because I'm pretty sure there aren't, and I'm pretty sure they're just... Kids. If I had to guess. So isn't this just you being kind of jealous and territorial and most important, obstinately not wanting to think about another viewpoint? Specifically the viewpoint of the person you love, into whose lap you just dropped SIX METRIC TONS OF BULLSHIT, about which I am kinda being a champ?)

"But I've had to work extremely hard at finding my way back to my humanity, fragile as it may be," he says, staring and memories and edicts. "When a vampire's as new as Jessica is, she has no humanity. She's in the grips of an overwhelming number of transformations. There will be times when she cannot control even a single impulse." Sookie laughs and delivers a passable performance of an unreadable and dorky bit of dialogue: "How is that any different from being a teenage girl? No humanity: Check. In the grips of overwhelming transformations: Check. Cannot control impulses: Check. All right, uh, how is that different?"