[ It was the other way around, the slimmest of chances that humanity would see the turn of the year, an honest to god miracle that they made it. But he doesn't say any of this stuff, hoping his silence doesn't betray the gravity of situation he had once found the world in, and in the end, he just lifts his shoulders, lets them drop. ]
There's always a chance, isn't there? But you made it. That's what matters.
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There's always a chance, isn't there? But you made it. That's what matters.