I hope you are right. [He doesn't sound confident. If anything he just sounds... depressed. Agreeing for the form of it. He's seen no progress, but also feels compelled to keep trying because what else can he do?]

Oh, I don't overestimate. I shall be free in time. That is part of the plan. [One corner of his lips pulls up briefly, but the expression is gone just as quickly.] No one I might care about will be there.

[There is no one in that universe he cares if he hurts, really. And that is where his mortal enemy waits.] There is really nothing for me there any longer.