[ Break waits patiently for the response, but when it comes, the effect is immediate. He smiles, but it's soft and sad, which is probably a surprise too. He's been mulling over that same question, after all. With the way he thinks, everything is evaluated and calculated, because he's sharp and will never let a chance pass by him. Every potential advantage is something he'll grasp onto, since paradoxically, for all his fatalism, he wants to live. Maybe not for living itself, but there are people who he doesn't want to hurt, and there are people he doesn't want to leave.

Ever since he saw a little girl crying over her parents' coffins, that question had more or less defined him, actually. Kevin Regnard always had an answer. Xerxes Break had even more. But for this? ]

I'm not giving up, so don't misunderstand why I'm telling you this.

[ For this, there's no solution. Fighting demons or saving the dead seemed like something ridiculous and impossible, but there was a chance. There was something concrete for him to grasp onto, no matter what the odds actually were. But here, he's facing a question where there's no plan for him to formulate or answer to grasp onto. It's nothing to do with this. This is the end that he knew would come.

He just wishes that it were different, no matter how selfish that might be. ]

I won't be able to fulfill her wish either way, so... I'd rather prove her wrong, to be honest. If I can save even one person, then that can be enough.