[Murphy paces restlessly, looking for something that he can use as a weapon. He starts rifling through a nearby abandoned toolbox, left by some unfortunate fleeing civilian, but pauses when Thanatos says what he says.]

You think this wasn't us, too? It absolutely was us. It's the lives we want to lead. You have no idea how badly I just wanted to be some normal bastard. Living it up. All the casual sex I wanted. People paying attention in the best way. Being a good father. All that stuff at once?

But you know what I am?

[First he waves his hand over his satan-shaded face, and then he untucks his dress shirt and pulls it up. Underneath his torso is covered in scars, human mouthed shaped, miserable and deep. Two ribs shattered beneath thinly healed skin. He then tucks it back in.]

I'm the savior of humanity. I'm the zombie messiah. You're the god of the dead. We wipe the sweat from our brow and then wring every drop of ordinary shlub time out of it we can.

Want a screwdriver? 'Cause I am absolutely taking the hammer.