I think somewhere between the three days of eyebats and blood rain, and pulling my great uncle out of a giant throne of nightmares made of petrified people, whatever it is that makes people afraid of things like this stopped working for me.

[He has no idea how terrible that sounds. He knows it's terrible but his capacity of judging how terrible it might sound to others is severely diminished.]

[So he just shrugs.]

The apocalypse will do that to you.

But this time I actually have superpowers! The last time I didn't.