"... death is not permanent here. You would likely draw the ire of all whom you killed, and their friends, once they knew you had done this. You would have to kill everyone, more than once, without dying the five times yourself. You would almost certainly fail."

He holds his teacup in his hands, not drinking from it.

"So, there you are. Remain in some semblance of peace, or come to a violent end. I really see little else."