Jacob listens, and he stares. Certainly he speaks of times and places that are not Jacob's own but the more they go, the clearer it becomes. About what he has been through, what he has devoted himself to. It sobers Jacob a little, more than being grabbed had done.

"They say..." Damn, he really has no way of telling him this. "They say there is no way to fight your way back. They may send you, but you can't get out of here by your choice," he says, tensing as he makes that admission.

He holds up both hands in placation. "No shooting the messenger. It's worth still trying, but it will be a hard battle. Perhaps one we can't win."