"Uh." Beast Boy hesitates. Now might be the wrong time for him to get preachy, but he'd prefer if they could get through tonight without any deaths on their heads. "I don't want anyone dying just because I got a little hurt, dude. We're good guys! We don't kill people unless we gotta."

Or that's what he believes. Beast Boy's entire life has been shaped by the censored stories of superheroics his parents raised him on, and he isn't prepared for the reality that in extreme circumstances, killing is the only way to survive. He paces at the bottom of the stairs for a few moments, trying to come up with a plan that doesn't involve Jack putting himself directly in the line of fire or necessarily killing anyone. Hmmm. "Unless you've got an army of trained vampire bat super assassins hidden away in your room, you're gonna have to throw me."