Heavy.

[ He said, with a tip of his head, and a half-smile that said that it was... mostly a joke. He's just sarcastic enough, just bitchy enough, that an old man like him gives off the vibe of... something akin to a wine aunt. ]

I think you'd find that the...burden of bucking cliché would be just as...weighty as the universe itself. Particularly given the types you'd have to deal with. [ Eyes -- well, the one that can shift more -- wide now, hands spread in something that's even more sarcastic. ] Imagine the group of people you would have to work with, who choose the light because they always do.