"I didn't die like I thought. Back in the Cancerverse. I survived - because no one can die there. And I spent years - timeless, immeasurable years - in its embrace, receiving its gift over and over again."

Dying over and over...

"Life, Grif. That's its gift. In the Cancerverse, life never ends. No matter how many times I died, I came back."

He peeks around a piece of equipment, looking for him.

"Even when I left, I carried some of that life with me. The Many-Angled ones put a tiny little piece of themselves inside me, a tiny little seed of the Cancerverse. The Time Trapper locked it and all the memories away - but the seal got damaged in that fight with Evil Superman, and now... now they've shown me the Truth."

Tears drip from the corners of his eyes, as his body floods with endorphins and fills him with joy.

"The Many-Angled Ones can win this fight. They're one of the only things powerful enough to defeat Chronoblivion. They just need help getting into this universe first, but once they do, it'll be over. No more missions, no more sacrifice... they'll be able to stop It and then use Its body to spread their gift to every universe out there - yours, mine, the universes of all our friends..."

He wheels around another piece of equipment, looking for him.

"I'm doing this for the team. For you. I'm trying to give you eternity, Grif."