"Yes, because giving me popcorn while you're kicking me in the face just make it all better," he says, his words dripping with sarcasm. "But sorry, but I'm not going to buy that your buddy Devil was all nice and innocent and blameless in this scenario. He's the one who decided that the Travellers needed pain."

Not that he wouldn't have more than a few questions for Death as well. But since Death wasn't the one standing in from of them right now, those would have to come later.

"But do you know why we blame all of you? It's not because you're all identical. You're not, because some of you definitely manage to reach heights of suck far beyond and above the others. It's because every single one of you is playing this game in the first place. Every one of you is using us as your soldiers in your war of ideas. And you know, I'd be very, very surprised if there's even any real need for this war in the first place beyond the fact that you just want to have it."