"Just wanna establish that honestly your thing sounds way way worse to me than just not existing anymore, so like, twinsiiiies, in terms of our reactions to each other's species' forms of death," Judy interjects flatly.
(Ever since the phrase 'remotely ensouling Earth's population', she's been considering the logistics of how they're going to do that. The most obvious thing based on what she knows is for her to very briefly sim each person, and if she gets up to an average of one per minute - which is probably a good figure for wild estimates because it seems both way too high and way too low - that puts her at about . . . two thousand years.
Wait no, seven billion people, not just one: fourteen thousand years. Ish. As a wild guess.
. . . . . She's allowed to just like, die, right? Like, she has a really big obligation here but not fourteen thousand years' worth, surely, and she's definitely allowed to just die well before those are up; they can get someone else to do their vampire-ing.
- Presumably they can also bring other people into the loop for vampire-ing purposes well before that, a bunch of them, maybe from Cam's world or something, and so she already wouldn't have to do all the ensouling one at a time all by herself. And in that amount of time probably Ancora can make - some sort of metaphorical bomb or something, that blasts everyone who hasn't already got one with souls, all at once, and even if none of that's the case she has a right to die before fourteen thousand years are up, so it's fine. It's all going to be fine.)
( - 'A mote of misery and unfulfillment' - yikes, and here she was freaking out about being maybe kind of bored for an incomprehensibly long but finite time, not being made of nothing but suffering for apparently eternity - )
((This is a lot to process and so she's going to cut herself some slack for not saying things exactly when they're conversationally appropriate. Although actually that does seem to have slipped out at a mostly relevant point. Woo.))