[It doesn't not make sense. He nods.]

There is a sort of comforting simplicity, having a clear job to do and being able to work toward it.

[Hector wouldn't ask for a plague or a war, but he can understand the sense of purpose that comes with them, and the lack of direction that follows when they end.]

We'll have to figure out what the fuck it is they need us to do here. I don't think the Thornes know beyond the vaguest idea of 'save the world'. Rather rude of them to call us here and not know what to do with us.