If he were gone, who would notice? What would anyone care? If the milky way, their entire galaxy, is nothing but a speck in the universe, then what does his insignificant life matter? Billions of planets, whole solar systems, dying, being born, exploding in cataclysms and supernovas and hypernovas-all of it happening at once-who would even know? Hell, the whole planet could be wiped out, billions of lives extinguished in one fell swoop, and the rest of the universe wouldn't even blink an eye.
He wishes he could just dissipate into stardust.
"Maybe if I died flying I wouldn't feel like my entire life has been spent falling into oblivion."
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"So what, are we both worth it now, or are neither of us worth it?"
"I don't know. But maybe we should stay a while and find out."