[He knows what it's like, for Death to simply saunter in and take what it wants -- anytime, anywhere, anyone and for years and years he'd just gritted his teeth and watched and sometimes taken a few futile swings at it. Death was a shadow and a living thing around every corner, each time you closed your eyes at night and every time you let someone out of your sight.

He'd found the means to fight it, even if not the means to defeat it completely. It was something. It is something. He still wants to go home, to change it, to change the world.

But he has to change things here. It doesn't matter where he is, in a sense: where there are people, he has a purpose. He protects people. That's what he's for.]

Your magic can protect us from things other than disease. We've tested that.

[It's not quite humorous, now that they're here, but he's also serious about it. They need to take what precautions they can, while they work for other solutions.]

We have until the weekend, if the radio is right. We'll make the most of it.