"Not like this," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose like that would stave off a headache. "If I could, I don't know, go fight all the demons in a gladiator arena and when I left all the people would be fine and happy, that would be ideal. That would be wonderful. Instead, I'm doing good just to get people out of the city and the whole time I'm terrified that maybe Satan and all those asshole televangelists were right and the people who weren't Christian enough are going to get sent to Hell. I can't deal with that. I'm, what, supposed to be happy up in Heaven while Clio or Kellan are burning in Hell?"