Dirt Nap is quiet. He listens intensely, even staring. Then when Jack is done, he is quiet again.
Finally, after a long breathless pause, Dirt Nap says. "You have been pretty open minded to my strange opinions so far. I kinda hate to test your patience."
"I have told where I'm coming from before, in Court, I think. It always seems to stir up disagreement, being somewhat philosophical, or maybe metaphysical. Or I guess worse, theological. Have you heard me talk about my embrace, and what I think I am, and what I intend to do about it?" Dirt Nap asks, as if to gauge what Jack already has heard so as not to bore him with repetition.
"I've been called naive and a heathen, and some politely tell me I'm a fool for believing it." Dirt Nap hints, helpfully.