"And have you known anyone like that? Who is kind to everyone?" He knows he's never known anyone like that, anyone that is truly that good. Those that work hard to do the right thing, certainly. Many who try and make the world a better place, definitely. Always good and kind? No. None that he can name. Even those he thinks the most of and respects.

Jacob snorts at that. "That's because they're dead," he says, imagining anyone but an assassin stepping out into nothingness, nonetheless throwing themselves into it eagerly.