[They'll take the quiet admittance, but it still makes them angry that he won't admit it out-loud in anything more concrete. This is why they always hated the heroes in the fairy tales.

His plea doesn't invoke a specific reaction at first, there's at least a few seconds of silence.

And then their voice takes a nastier tone, and they smile behind their omni. Never mind that black ink dripping down their face that could be blood. Or tears.]

Oh, you're right. By that logic, it's not too late for you either. You can still stop meddling. Still stop being a hero. Give up all that responsibility, everything you've fought for, everything you've already done - it doesn't have to mean anything. You can just accept this place for what it is, your second chance at life. Your new purpose can be to sit down and do nothing - relax, because you're not you anymore. Nothing in your world matters. Nothing you were matters.

I'll pass.

I would sooner light myself on fire than accept mercy from this mutilated corpse of a world, or it's murderers that call themselves gods or kings. I'm not like Paul, or Kaworu, or whoever you're thinking of.

I've already completed my purpose. As the only one who remembers, it's my duty to see it through to the end.