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Kai chewed the warm sandwich, not caring about the fact it was tuna and he hated tuna. It was food. And he was hungry.

After he swallowed, he stared up at Jacob.

"Why are you bothering to feed me if you're just going to kill me?" he asked.

Jacob shrugged. "Honestly... I have no idea."

Kai knew. Deep down he knew. Jacob had revealed his secret to Kai. He would keep him alive so he had someone to talk to about it. Someone who would listen and not judge.

This theory was confirmed when Jacob took a seat beside him and opened up.

"I was just a child," he said. "I never even understood anything about death. The permanence of it. The... consequences."

"But you do now," Kai pointed out. "Just let me go. I swear I won't tell a soul. Like I said... I'm not a snitch."

Jacob ignored his request.

"I sometimes dream about it. I dream about killing all the time," Jacob went on.

"But you don't have to do it," Kai said.

Jacob passed the sandwich to his mouth, letting him take a bite. Kai did so