[Irresponsible is his middle name, at least if you ask the other angels. But then, he bets none of them have ever thought about this, either.]

No one did. I didn't know. I can't read the future, only revisit the past. [He looks at the ground, curling both hands around the can of beer.] The thing is, Riley, there's nothing I can do about it, not now, maybe not ever. I can't release him here: without a vessel I'd hurt people. And if I ever get home, if I even remember this place and this conversation...I don't actually have long to live.

So, should I even try? 'Hello, sorry, is it all right that I've been dragging your body around for a century? No? Too bad.'