[There's a brief pause, before he answers, as if he's trying to figure out the best way to explain.]

There's a... prophecy, kind of, back home. The kind that got written into a whole book, of what was gonna happen in the future. But it could only exist because someone lived through all that history and kept watch over the artifact that was letting the guy who wrote it see the future.

And the guy who had to live through all that? Was me. And if I went back home there'd still probably be stuff to do. Not so much here, though. No Book of Prophecies is gonna touch this place.