[ He shakes his head, but there's a solemn sort of resignation in it. He's not gonna take the time to explain why - what a few decades means to people afraid of dying. Instant death or a last chance to live. Some people still carried hope for some kind of rebellion, a last-ditch effort like a movie scene where some smart underappreciated genius comes out with a plague to wipe them all out. Maybe something from that M. Night movie where it turns out they're allergic to water.
Ian knows better than to assume any of that. If it were that easy, some planet well before them would've managed it.
His last remaining hope was that when they packed up and left, maybe one or two percent of humanity would still be alive. They'd find a way to survive. Rebuild again from the ground up rather than let their species be erased from the history of the universe altogether.
It wasn't exactly an optimistic feeling dream.
What he can offer is that small consolation. It's accompanied with a small, barely-there smile. ]
She did. She was still giving her brother grey hairs when I left.
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Ian knows better than to assume any of that. If it were that easy, some planet well before them would've managed it.
His last remaining hope was that when they packed up and left, maybe one or two percent of humanity would still be alive. They'd find a way to survive. Rebuild again from the ground up rather than let their species be erased from the history of the universe altogether.
It wasn't exactly an optimistic feeling dream.
What he can offer is that small consolation. It's accompanied with a small, barely-there smile. ]
She did. She was still giving her brother grey hairs when I left.