That's what the world is now. The dead outnumber the living... a thousand to one. Ten thousand, a hundred thousand to one.

We don't get to choose who survived with us. We lost a lot of knowledge and skills when the world fell. Eugene doesn't have a cure, but he knows things that can save lives, so I saved his.

I mean, that blew up in my face too, but. At least I tried, right?

[She does not sound the least bit comforted by this. She sounds like she feels fucking pathetic.]