[ He waves off the implicit question of just why he thought he could handle gods. ]

Whatever Lazarus has told you is probably unflattering but true.

[ Still, he regards Light for a moment, before he settles on: ]

Everyone knows we have enemies. We're fighting the whole of the universe for the same reasons any war has ever been fought. Space, resources... religious differences. [ This last with a flash of dry humor, like it's a joke. ]

But we're also fighting it because of a score to settle, and I'm the only one left who remembers that bit. I made a promise, you know? I swore vengeance. You can't just give up a good oath of vengeance.

[ Here it is again, the undercutting weariness: he says it like a joke, but there's an underlying fragility. This bit is personal. ]