"In one way, oh, tell me about it," Jack shakes his head. "Gimme a gun over this bow-and-arrow crap any day. Why, how am I suddenly a terrible shot? I've been doing this-" slight amendment of what Jack was about to say there, "for- a really long time. How do my hands just forget overnight everything they knew about shooting a gun?"

Jack taps himself on the chest. "Same thing for the second job, Dark Knight. It works on a weird logic, but I'm starting to get the hang of it. The idea of absorbing energy from your opponent, literally stealing their time away to add to your own? And then turning that energy back around to power the attacks? That's about the only way I can frame it."

"Same said card-game-playing roommate is also a White Mage, and it makes a lot better sense when you've got a healer backing you up." Jack shakes his head again in bewilderment. "It's still all so- ridiculous."