[Something in Lourdes snaps tight, like a rubber band. It's not anger or frustration; she's not mad that he's saying these things. She's not entirely sure what it is that she's feeling, beyond something that's making her heart feel squeezed.]

Nobody thinks it's a contest.

My Earth, and all those people on it - they're all going to die. It'll probably happen eventually on all the other Earths, too.