"Told you so." He punctuates it with an understated shrug, palm flopping over toward the ceiling. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Honestly he could complain about the Constant for hours. Recreationally.

Wilson exhales through his teeth. "Most of it. Not as much as he would have had you believe he did. And he wasn't personally carving out every boulder and planting every tree that has a face on the trunk and groans when you chop it. He'd make the first one and set the rules for them to proliferate, and then they'd appear in the world. Sometimes they'd evolve from there, like the underground spiders did."