“What if you were really old and really kind and alone—your whole race dead, no future? What could you do then? If you were that old, and that kind, and the very last of your kind… You couldn’t just stand there and watch children cry.”
So, we’re like a wildlife documentary, yeah? ‘Cause if they see a wounded little cub or something, they can’t just save it, they’ve got to keep filming and let it die. That’s got to be hard. I don’t think I could do that. Don’t you find that hard - being all, like, detached and cold?