[ Mammon frowns deeply, but he doesn't run. He reaches out to poke Satan's forehead instead. maybe he should pry into that "because I—" but right now it doesn't seem like Satan wants to talk about that.]

All I'm sayin is how can you be sure you've exhausted every single possibility. You look into the dream magic of this place? Read every single book there is here? Ask everyone you can about world hoppin? You ain't Barbatos, you're Satan. An' I have never known Satan to just throw in the towel cause somethin' seemed hopeless.