Compared to hell. Compared to a world overrun by demon-created rage zombies and their masters, and abandoned by anything approaching a protective give-a-damn.

Sure, it's not so bad compared to that, but the rest of it? Why do you think no one stays here?

[The calm from before, the fulfillment, is gone now. He doesn't want to hear about opportunities, about fixing things, about making things right. It's a line that's been used on him two, three, four, twenty five times and counting, and it never, ever pans out.

He is sick of it.]

Save it for someone who believes you. From where I'm sitting, there's not much difference at all.