I suppose being hidden away in the darkness for the rest of my life isn't so bad in comparison.

But ours is a diaspora that nothing can really be done about. We're the last two left here of maybe three times that overall. A dead race from a dead world in a dead universe. Where else is there for us to go? [ it's too big an existential dilemma, the whole idea of extinction and her part in it. that's why she tries not to think about it. ]