Oh, wouldn't it be lovely if I wasn't? Could've been a better man if I hadn't seen it all. Yes, angels exist. Sound the bloody trumpets. As for religion, yeah, all right, be nice to your neighbor and all that, but... the world isn't all puppy dogs and rainbows. You can't just pray evil away. Still have to fight, hard, on our own.
Look, you got a little bit of power, and you got off your trolley, yeah? It happens. All we need to do is keep them at bay until Zed makes it to the angel, so do us a bloody favor. Pull your head out of your ass and give us a hand, yeah?
It comes in waves. You feel helpless. You can't fight it. It becomes about making it to the other side, shrinking your world down to one fine point. When that wave melts away, you feel relief. Just for a moment, till it comes back to remind you.
You kneel here, night after night, hoping against hope that Heaven hears your words. Well, guess what, John has Heaven on speed dial. Someone up there thinks he's worth a damn, and now he's dying because of you.