[He shrugs, rather non-committal.] It was a safe enough place to keep everything. I could hardly pin it all on a board in the police station.

[Because- yeah, no.]

Hm. Time travel was implied. Mere revival would simply set me apart as the only sane man under a god's control- if I weren't simply 'dealt with' for daring defiance at the last. Or erased again. Either would be equally plausible and undesired outcomes. The best possible result would be to ensure he never reaches such a height, but I'm aware how unrealistic that is. So the goal is the next best thing.

[The living room, such as it is, is... if anything, more affected. There are stacks that have clearly been toppled, and there's a phone-shaped dent in one wall. The sofa, at least, is untouched, which he's never been so relieved about as right now. He's exhausted.]