For Jacob, his job was an excuse to get out and socialize, be normal and let himself act as if his life was not going to continue on and he wasn't in constant danger from some threat unseen. If he didn't keep himself busy, what point was there to doing anything, really? It was the easiest way to fill time.

Sparing Abel an odd, somewhat confused look, Jacob said, "That is sooner. They probably would have kept me forever, you know?" He shook his head, ignoring the pressing headache still lingering against his skull. The fact that anyone had saved him at all was a miracle. He wasn't close enough to the people in his current life that they would have cared much more outside of their civic duty to be worried. "When you say do something, what are you talking about? Don't tell me it involves killing."