He can't hide his bark of a laugh at the killing god comment, honestly. "Killing god is quite a task and depending on if it's an actual living being or not would make it different. You can kill them, but the damage has already been done. Those that believe in them, believe in what they did, it will continue. Another will take over. Hardly a worthwhile endeavor, if you ask me." He's also still unaware of the fact the "gods" of his world were actual aliens and still alive, but that hardly matters at this juncture.

"And we cannot return home from this point, can we?" He hums briefly, grip a little tighter than it ought to be. "Alliances can be made, people to rely on when needed. But at the end of the day, they can and will still turn around and stab you in the back." His tone probably says more that he's used to this than his words already have. "Perhaps this is a conversation for another time." Before he hurts himself, again.