I'd be able to do that job better as my usual self. So if this place crashes and burns, I can't be blamed for not helping!

[Feh. So there. He gets up now, grabbing his giant wrench as he does, and begins to toss it back and forth between his hands.]

I think it's been about... four months now? Four months suffering under an identity crisis. I suppose I'm just another part of the cycle here now. Start over from scratch, help save this place. Get better as I do it, help save the world, end up as my own self at the end? Do we get to go back to our homes, or do we have to stay here? What if saving the world can't be done no matter how powerful we get? We're only a handful of people picked from across the universe, against a force we barely understand. Inconsequential waves crashing against the rock face of the Calamity! From what I can tell, no one here has any idea of what we're doin', so I'm not so convinced we can win this fight. Not unless this group of so-called Heroes can do more together than just throw pointless holiday parties!

[He says this all with a very matter-of-fact attitude. This group is hopeless in his eyes, but Graham has the penchant for being pessimistic.]