[ He acknowledges the planets with a glance of his eyes upwards, and nothing more. Not even a craning of his neck. Things die all the time. People die all the time. Why not worlds, too?

He's just thankful she seems to get it. ]

Maybe there never should've been anything to begin with. You know? There was only ever nothingness. If it was just going to end up like this, why bother?

[ He's half certain of himself, half... genuinely asking her, he finds, as doubt starts to seep in. Sure, there was never a point to any of this. But then why? And he sure as shit doesn't know.

But she's here with him, and she gets it, so maybe she does know. Maybe she has the answer that's well beyond his reach. ]