Although this old man seems to have become a bit more realistic, in truth he's simply seeing things clearly.
If he'd realized earlier that dazzling talent isn't worth as much as hugging a single "thigh," how would he have ended up in such a miserable state, with an Ancient God occupying his nest?
Especially after the [Clock Tower] was fully manifested, the importance of talent and potential had already been bumped down to second place, far inferior to having a solid backer.
Besides...
Graham looked toward the center of this dusky yellow world, his old yet still bright eyes narrowing slightly.
The "Chaos Worm" had apparently been stimulated by something in its slumber; its awakening time was advancing far, far faster than originally estimated, and the Time rules belonging to this Era on its body were also rapidly strengthening.
It was about to reach the brink of awakening.
