"Well I can certainly tell you what a reality with more of Tower in it would look like." He almost seems irritable, angry even, as he leans forward, his jaw setting before he settles on a somber expression. "Lightning. Wildfire. The sudden impact of a car hitting a crumbling building, which crashes into the roaring, tumultuous sea. Crisis. Downfall. Ruination. A burst of chaos you Travelers could hardly comprehend, let alone experience. And then you would have to deal with the aftermath."

He slowly sinks against the back of the electric chair, looking for all the world like the very thought of such a future drains him. "Though it might be described as the truth of things... theirs is a painful truth. And I would not wish such pain on any of you."

Death pauses, considering, then answers the Angels' last question. "I do not intend to interfere with your worlds, if I win. My... 'end', as it were, would not extend so far. Nor would it in any way injure or alter the state of your home worlds. You would simply return, in your present states. No fuss, no mess. Just a conclusive ending."