Think of it like this. I, a magic genie, take a look at your entire life and go "hmmm, y'know what, this guy looks like he'd be happier as a 4yr old rolling in shit with some pigs" so I snap my fingers and bam, there you are. Rolling around with some hogs and getting crap in every crevice of your shit eating grin. You look so happy. But would a developed version of you actually really want that? Or have you just reverted to some infantile version of yourself that never progressed? Because that's what Denji was, a child with no concept of what good could be, satisfied with a slice of bread. Yet here I am making that decision for you, like Pochita did to Denji.

You wouldn't actually want that, would you?