Robert chewed on his lip, staring uselessly at a scrolling progress bar, "You have to draw your own conclusions. And I don't know about you, but I have seen the end of the world. It's over."

Neville had a way of saying things that fell from his mouth like a heavy stone into a deep pool. He said them, and he was so certain, so thought-out and fought against that when he laid it out it was with the same bone-deep certainty that drove more faithful men to praise God's name even as they burned to death at the hands of His worshipers.

"Everyone is dead."