Jacob isn't the only person he's met who seems to genuinely prefer this world, but it's still a relatively new phenomenon. Mostly from those who haven't been round long enough to know better, as much as he wonders how bad things were at home if Ephes seems like a vacation. Then there's the fact that logically, Five should be the same. He's got a point. Anything is better than what he experienced before. No undead, just... dead. Everyone dead, until he reversed it after working on how for decades.

Here he has family. Two out of six isn't great, but it's better than none. And even if they've only gone from crisis to crisis, he got another shot to spend time with them. If he can ignore the fact that at least four others have been here, if he counts Lila, and disappeared without a trace. He tells himself they aren't dead, but they always die. No matter what he does.

"That's inaccurate," he mumbles, feeling the sudden need to clarify. "We've averted five potential apocalypses. I've only experienced the other side of one. That was... that was..."

Words fail him so he gestures vaguely at nothing. Five doesn't fool himself in pretend the apocalypse didn't warped his mind in ways no one seems to see. Returning to his childhood body certainly didn't help. But nobody wants to listen to an old man gripe about his trauma. Least of all someone who has killed as much as him. Although Jacob might be more accepting of that than most, as long as he doesn't get too many details.

"There are worse things. I suppose I just had... different expectations. I haven't gotten in right yet."