"Water's usually not such a big thing, since there's like, bodies of water around. People know how to utilize those more than they know how to like, raise crops or slaughter cows or whatever." He looks out the window. "I mean, if Stacy stopped feeding us tomorrow, we'd be running straight into storage for food. But we'd still have the river for fresh water. Does that make sense?"

He wants to believe they're safe for now. He really does. He wants to believe that someday, maybe, he'll be capable of believing such things at all. But now he just looks sad.

"For now." He doesn't believe that either.