'Not giving up' is practically Daniel's motto, even if he happens to be dead at the time. Especially if he happens to be dead in fact, as things like that just tend to up the man's resolve.

"Less useful than you'd think, actually," he sighs, mildly mournful, and leans his head back to rest of the uncomfortably ridged cave wall. "Especially now. There aren't really any ancient texts leaping out to be translated in Manhattan, and the Devil's hardly going to run from a garbled line of Latin."

The 'universe translators' sound pretty nice, actually, but the mention of new races, discovery, everything Daniel used to do just prick him with an odd sense of nostalgia, even if it can't have been much more than a week since he landed in Manhattan.