The temptation to grab Lazarus by the arm and drag him to safety is tempting. Even if Jacob isn't physically strong by any means compared to others, Lazarus is as frail as a daisy. It wouldn't take much, and his face probably shows that he's thinking about it considerably.

He grits his teeth for a moment. Considering life, pride, and possibility.

"This is stupid, y'know that, right?" His tone is resigned. "You better not die, then. Try to think of the people who need you for a change. Y'know, still alive."