"No," Abel replied, putting a hand into Jacob's hair. To anybody watching it looked like a rough grab, but it was a surprisingly gentle motion, almost as if he was petting his hair.

He tilted his head slightly as he listened to them and responded with cold, mocking laughter. The idea was preposterous and dangerous, but they wouldn't survive to finish their work. "Save the world? No, what you were going to do was destroy it. To allow everyone to live an almost immortal life would doom all of humanity. The clocks and Reapers exist for a reason and it is to keep balance. Messing with that balance could potentially ruin humanity and then nobody would be alive, foolish girl."