Malcolm looked upon this confusing and out of touch world, to think this world had become so utterly complicated and devoid of what made it unique and special, now even he, a born god, couldn't understand shit, it was as if he looked upon what he knew, and someone just blended edge, cleches and other bullshit together, so he did what he thought he had to do, he snapped a finger, and reset this damn time line, then ceased to exist, for to truly reset all of this, he needed to get rid of himself too, he didnt think of it as noble, he was just bored as shit