[It's okay. Luke can read omission fairly well, as it is.

The flare of temper from him cools quickly enough.]

So, some guy decides to kill all the gods, end western civilization and you know, probably the human race. Great Prophecy sort of material right there. Me? I find out a couple of years before the end that the whole point of my life is to die for this conflict. No way out, no where to run, no where to go, can't even die early. Blah blah, all that. All that I had was the choice of who I got to die for.

Was kind of a joy kill.