. . . Wow. You're the kind of kid who thinks that you can just jump ship and make a dream come true entirely with your own two hands, find some sort of miraculous third option that'll work perfectly, huh? The kind of kid who thinks you've gotta build your own paradise from the ground up?

Listen, I don't got a problem with working for my happiness, but you're asking me why I haven't started trying to make my own place starting with the dirt and the air. I can't create the Earth in seven days, and more importantly, she can't leave Hell. She's dead. Do you get it?

. . . Geez. This is why I hate talking to kids. You just won't accept any answer that doesn't fit your view, huh?

You think I'm stupid? You think I haven't thought of everything before I got to this conclusion? You think your insight is so much that you can solve my problems? You think you're that smart, kid? Get your head out of your ass.