Luo Binghe almost wishes this guy did seem pleased about it. He subsides a little, though, glowering sullenly and feeling bruised. He doesn't care what this stranger thinks, he doesn't care what anyone thinks -- especially if his world really is dead, then what does it matter if he's reminded of past betrayal?

He clenches his fists.

"I don't believe you," he says, after a long silence. "Nobody can truly believe that, that all life deserves to exist. Surely there is somewhere you draw the line."