Jacob sighed and approached again, but this time more lost in thought thought. "We seem to be the dominant of the humans, yet they outnumber us one-hundred to one.. We have more powerful bodies. but yet we in turn have different weaknesses. We have an eternal youth aboput us. but they grow old and die.." He was right next to Camille again now, but was a little concerned with Lance's condition. "You will be ok, won't you?"