"It's not that simple. There's all this drama getting in my way." He says, deadpan. "I don't know how your whole... situation works. I've been fed bits and pieces from the Protector and the Wizard, but like I said -- I don't know how reliable either of them are."

He takes a bite of his sandwich, pieces of it falling out the back in a most undignified manner.

"The Wizard, apparently she wants the world to be destroyed this year, like really. She wants you to be able to do whatever you're trying to do... which is, die? I guess. Of course the Protector won't let it happen. He thinks you're going to wear yourself out and that this whole issue will solve itself. Does that make sense to you?"