Fantastic; more to look forward to in the future and no definitive clarity on if this were random or systematic at all. Caleb frowned a little bit. He looked at the bottle in Jim's hand, which had a label on it that Caleb didn't care about.

"Carving sins," he said. He made a noise that might have been a laugh if he weren't feeling so miserable about the whole thing. Instead, it was more of a pathetic exhale. "They kept circulating me back through. I managed to threaten the demons that let me out the last time, so I suppose they decided it was enough."