Jacob politely took his jacket and gloves from Anora. He would have shown a slight smile, normally, before immediately suppressing it. As it was, however, he gave a curt [b]"Thanks"[/b]. Then he heard Ravenia and Tobias snap at him. He didn't care, really, though he was slightly annoyed. He didn't bother to adress their criticisms. though, and merely threw on his coat. After his gloves were on, he threw up the hood of his coat, slightly masking his face. It would fare better if he wasn't a walking flare. He payed little attention to Anora's cryptic comment as well. He wasn't much for riddles.

As for Tobias's remark of being checked out, Jacob took that seriously, at least. [b]"I will be down, Tobias, make no mistake. After discharging that much energy I may have a few hairline fractures in my bone structure. But I won't be down just yet. I'll wait for there to be less people at the med center. I'd hate to interfere with anyone's recovery. Just let me know when it's good to come down. You know where to find me."[/b]

Eventually, some one got around to engaging the manual mechanism for the gates, and Jacob walked through. He stuck to the alleys, and less populated streets, as he made his way back to the power plant. He got a few stares on the way, as the occasional passerby had an angle to see his skull through his hood. He made his way into the plant without much excitement, and headed to his room. He sat on his bed and glanced at his desk. In the top drawer of it was the last thing Jacob had to remember of his time before his life went to hell. It didn't normally touch it like this, because it was old and he didn't want to damage it. However, Jacob strode over, and opened the drawer on a whim. Inside was an old copy of Plato's Republic. He had read it over three times. As a cynic, there was much he didn't agree with in the book, but he respected some of its claims. Hell, it was that book that had given his life purpose when he first arrived in the Paradise Lands.

Jacob moved back to his bed and collapsed on it. Contrary to what he said and how he acted in the wastes, Jacob was exhausted from the fight. Though he had no eye's, he willed his eye sockets to sort of "turn off", as he rested.