[He's never really considered the difference before, but it makes enough sense. He relents.

But...hope? Doc's quiet for a bit longer than usual, because he's conflicted here. On one hand, he knows humanity's atrocities too well. He's guilty of contributing to them. On the other...he's worked every day to look for things to admire and enjoy. He's kept reaching out, no matter how often he's turned away.]

It's difficult not to feel them diminished, but...heh. If I haven't given up by now, I don't think I have it in me to do it. There's got to be a chance we'll pull through this, however small and difficult to find.