In deep space, no one can hear you sob. - Hugh Howey

The idea of saving anything was folly, a life especially. No life had been truly saved, not in the history of mankind. They were merely prolonged. Everything comes to an end.

He was an easy man to figure, one of those who had grown old everywhere but in his heart, that one organ he had never worn out because he’d never dared to use it.

No good coming from the truth? Knowing the truth is always good. And better that it’s us discovering it than someone else, right?