[James drops his hand and looks at him, scoffing. He steps closer.]

No. That's not how it works.

[And steps closer again, pointing his pipe at the dead monster on the pavement. Whatever shock he first experienced upon seeing its wretched form, it's gone now.]

This came from you. [It's definitely not James'!] This town brought you here for a reason, and that's not just for your work. Whether it's something holding you back, or something you're denying yourself, or a past anger, or hurt—

[With a man who works for Death? It could be anything, he thinks.]

But it's your job to figure it out. You can't leave until you do.