[Jacob frowns, because twice in recent history is a lot, in his uneducated opinion. He knows about the destructive forces of the Pieces of Eden, and how they can accidentally, or purposefully, cause untold damage. Thankfully, that hasn't happened yet in his lifetime. But the things Five describes? They sound unbelievable. Gates of Hell? Time Loops? Hell isn't a place. And time doesn't loop. How could it? He moves the bottle carefully, slowly, a little way away from the other man.]

Glad to hear that. Can't have been easy.

[What else do you say? He doesn't really know. But whatever shite is going on in Five's world, Jacob is glad that he only has to deal with Templars.

Still, there's something in Five's words he can readily agree with.]

Fathers are like that everywhere. Push you too hard, make you into something you don't want to be, or never tell you the other options.

[He takes a long swallow of the cognac, letting the burn of the alcohol replace the raging anger in his chest. It passes, becoming only embers, as it always does. ]

I'm sorry. That he's been, that he's gone. But we get it right here, you'll go back to him. With your sister?