[ "Wake up," as if he's been asleep this entire time... which he can't well deny, seeing how he lived most of his life as a zombie, just letting life pull him from place to place, reacting instead of acting, comfortable with where he is and what he has and never seeking much more outside of it.

He looks up at the sky, as if it holds all the answers, but all he's greeted with is pale blue, with grey clouds. Really, not all that different from living in the city. ]

...to live life to the fullest instead of being so quick to give up, huh. [ even if there's always that little part of him that wants to give up ]

You're right, though. I dunno how much time I'm going to have here. Once the worlds start moving again, I can't... I can't stay.

[ Not here. Not there, either. He's still got a job to do, one that binds him to duty for all eternity. ]