“It probably felt like the end of the world when people were being massacred by Nazi Germany or when the black plague started dropping people like flies or world wars, but it wasn't. It was only the end for them, of what they were, their lives. People somewhere still existed, so maybe when the outdwellers finish with what they're doing, people will still exist, not as they were but in some extraterrestrial zoo as an endangered species, like the Southern Corroboree Frog. The end of the world is never the end of the world. It's just the end of me.”