He is, every single day. Gods suck. That is what he has learned here, and to an extent in his own world. Gods can just dance right off into the sunset, thank you.

"You know the thing about prophecies and futures?" he said to him. "They aren't set in stone. Even if a god may say so, it's you making the choices, right? So I'm sure you'll reach the end that you want." He reached out and gave him a pat on the shoulder followed by a soft squeeze.