Jason had stayed silent through most of the discussion. Or, rather, hadn't stayed silent but simply didn't have anything to contribute to the conversation. He spent most of the time making certain Barry had plenty of water, even though the sheer amount that he was packing away was worrying.

Though only slightly less worrying than the actual decision is.

He frowns slightly. "Not a true dhampir, but it's probably the closest to what you seem to be," he says slowly, not paying attention to the others. While he never plays dumb around Barry's friends, he knows that he's not quite bright enough to keep up with the other science. This part, at least, was in his wheelhouse. "A true dhampir is the child of a human mother and a vampire father. It can happen, though generally only with a fairly newly turned vampire. I know of one vampire that fathered a child at about a century old, but that's the oldest I've heard of." Jason blinks, looking around. "Which isn't what you want to know about. They generally don't have much in the way of vampire traits from the father. You, on the other hand, seem to have gotten caught somewhere in between. The fluctuating heart rate gave the blood a chance to get hold, but your...metahuman-ness kept it at bay enough for us to get you stabilized and alive. So...in between."