Kinner's both relieved that he didn't encounter that specific creature and frightened by the revelation that there were worse monsters out there than the Thing. At least the Thing could be killed by humans, with effort. It wasn't immortal, and for all its power it could be stopped, which is why it preferred to work in secret.

"Well, that doesn't sound at all like what we saw. Ours was a shapeshifter, but it did have a form of its own - though it usually only brought it out during dinner time."

Kinner remembers being held in place by the tentacles while the creature forced itself into his head to collect his memories, figuratively and literally. All the better to build a perfect copy. It wasn't a pleasant memory.

"So...are all your kids monsters, for lack of a better word?"

A crude term, but Kinner doesn't know what else to call them.