[It's there still, that little voice going "Why were we the only ones with a choice?"

If breaking the rules hurts them this badly, can't the rules be changed?]

...I never met him, I can't say I feel like I owe him or anyone any apocalypses. I said I'd live in spite of everything, ending the world means dying too.

[Ir's a roundabout way of saying he's not only refusing to end the world but might stop it from ending out of pure spite for what he's supposed to be doing, even if down that path only madness and constant migraines lie.]

...I'm sorry. And thank you.

[He's not going to specify for what in either case and they're both going to be okay with that, right? Right.]

I...will still pass on that coffee but I don't suppose you have any absinthe?