Jacob watched as Ravenia and Tobias took off in one of his solar cars, barely noticed in the commotion. He smirked to himself as he thought about how people claimed he had created them. He had done no such thing. The solar cars had already been here, rusting in junk piles. All they needed was a few repairs, an augment to their power systems, and a single radioactive jolt to kick start them. Figuring there was nothing left to do but wait for action, he gazed back out at the red wastes, and pondered.

Jacob's reputation was strange in the Paradise Lands. Only a few of the blessed ones treated him like a normal person, and they were mostly higher ups. Even they would occasionally show him pity, which was the last thing he wanted from them. Everyone else either loved him, or hated him. Most hated him, because of his particular gift as a blessed one. Jacob couldn't really blame them. Many of their loved ones had gotten sick from radiation at some point, and here was a man who could command the very poison in their bodies. Only a few loved him, due to the contributions he had given the city. Without his work, the power plant would have given out five years ago due to lack of new uranium cells. Those few also credited a few new advancements in the city to him, such as the solar cars. They called him "The light of the city". In all honesty, Jacob had merely found a few remaining devices in the junk yards that mostly worked aside from lack of power. All it took was a modification to the power source, and one little jolt to fix them. Jacob had no problem telling this to the more annoying of his fans to shut them up. It rarely worked.

Jacob glanced to see who remained on the wall. Only Marcus seemed to be anywhere near him. Marcus was a brilliant inventor in his own right, and the only person Jacob had ever shown his precise technological modifications to, albeit grudgingly. A few more recent developments, particularly to the wall, couldn't have been done without his help. But as much as Jacob respected his work, he still wasn't particularly chatty with him. If Marcus wanted to talk, Jacob would talk. Until then, he would silently watch the wastes like a stoic guardian.