[It relieves him to hear that someone else feels that way. His fellow cave inhabitants aren't mindless, spineless sheep, at least not most of the ones that he's talked to. Jack personally hasn't spoken to Fear, or to any of them for that matter. But they're gods, and after the way he feels he was treated by the one of his own world, that's enough to sour him on the whole lot of them.]

No good will come of it if he does. [Maybe Fear really does want to leave, abandon these small masses for the much larger ones to abuse and feed off of. That seems very god-like to him. Jack nods in agreement.] I'm not inclined to believe in the kindness of their hearts when we're trapped in a cave and eating from dented cans.