[ It pains him to hear that coming from her. He's thought it before, and knowing what happens in the future, he can see what might drive his decision to let the world end. Dying with his family is far better than surviving alone.

She turns it back to the reason he came here. His head still vibrates from his effort to force a memory to come, and a small protective part of him wants to know if there are any other ugly truths she hasn't uncovered. He wants to remember how he felt. ]

...I can't keep going on like this. [ He hadn't expected to say that, but there's a reason they wrote to him. They knew he was desperate to remember. ] I can't factor for what happens in the future without memory of the person who seems to cause it every single time.