World's run by guilt, Pete. Guilt's always been a deciding factor. Well, since the soul. Why not now?

You know, I took him out one time, demon hunting? He almost threw up on my shoes. And these boots are bloody custom. Point is, what if he can't do it anymore? Then what difference does it make where I am. Not that I see how it matters anyway... [He realizes he's rambling and cuts himself off, shaking his head.]