"The rift chewed me up and spat me out. I've seen people get hurt trying to find a way around it. We haven't found another way through yet, and I'm not jumping back in just to appease you." He doesn't say that he's not sure if he'd even want to go back, if he had the opportunity. Is that shirking his responsibilities? Maybe.

He shakes his head. He knows that Metatron is alive. That dweeb is definitely not his pick for leader, but if he's the only one left maybe it wouldn't matter. Maybe humanity can run things themselves for a while. "What good would it do anyway? I don't wanna be God." Unlike some other people he could mention.

He huffs out a breath and stands. It seems like they're not going to get much further with this. It's just going to go downhill from here.

"I haven't been running from my responsibilities. I've been running from you. I'm building things here. And I'm trying to keep you from stomping all over them like a grumpy kiddy with a dirty diaper. Maybe you should take your own advice, hm?"