[Izaya reaches up to touch a finger at the very side of Jacob's old eyes and there's a certain admiration on his face as he slides his hand down against Jacob's cheek before he merely holds his face.]

I always wonder what actually defines someone as a good person. If I had anything to say about it, I'd say you were on the good side.

[He smiles kindly at that because he does mean it. But his smile fades quickly.]

Anywhere? [His hand falls and he looks something unnerved.] Like a ghost? Or just a state of existing in a realm of something that feels like it lacks existence?