"Sure," he says amicably, a single shake of his head. "I'm not gonna change anyone's mind. We've all got our own stuff." Being dead, having a suckier life where they came from- and what did it matter, anyway? He's been here too long, it's tiring even for him.

He flops onto his back, giving up on just leaning on his arms. "Think of all the stuff you can buy!" "Even stuff from other worlds. Pretty cool, huh?"