Shit, he is far too drunk for this kind of conversation, but he tries to focus. "Agreed... though rarely it can be helpful. For example."

He waves his free hand in an almost 'ta-dah!' gesture. "I literally don't have the power to get my goal done. Met Q'uila and her group in another place and they do. They... got under my skin more than I'd like. But they've proven themselves loyal and they do have the power to do what I need."

He pauses, watching his feet to make sure he doesn't fall over. If only he had his geta... "I sure as hell can't kill God on my own. But that's kind of their thing. ... Though in the end you're... you're right. I'm the only one I can rely on after everything's said and done."

Though that's not true, is it? The thought comes to him and he shakes his head as if to try to dislodge it, even though he knows he can't.