"Who are you trying to convince? Me or yourself?"

Jacob was still trying to come around to the idea that this was reality and not a trick of his mind while he toiled in some hospital bed somewhere as a direct byproduct of his own heroism. The toga was disappointingly big on his lean build, but the sandals fit fine. He didn't spend very much time enjoying things like this, the closest he had ever come was his radio station, and even that was solitary in nature.

"You look a lot better than I do in the required attire."