So, mankind is doomed if you're gone forever, but just as doomed if you overstay your welcome. Like I said, mate. Bloody raw deal. [ At least they ignored his ridiculous whining. He takes the small victories. ]

Keeping divine beings from mucking up everything so the wee puny mortals have a fighting chance at their own lives, that's the reality I lived in. Never had to deal with a version of the world where the gods were the little guys. Not before your gang.

[ Which is his way of admitting that he should have come up with something by now, one of his signature moves to solve the problem of their expiry dates. Or maybe letting them die would let people be free, even if they'd destroy themselves. Or, most likely of all, it helped prevent John from growing attached to more people he'd inevitably fail.

Yeah, Johnny. Just tell yourself that you're not attached. ]