[His wings curl in a cringe, and his tail swishes hard enough that it's fortunate he's not standing next to anything. He turns, face mercifully clean of any evidence of his meal's nature.]

There's a reason I was holding off on that part. Look, our options are destroy the fruit, let Urizen have it, or give it to someone who won't go on a murderous rampage with it. One of those options actually improves our chances of stopping the guy who planted an enormous vampire tree and let it eat an entire city.