If I could make myself look older, I would. Obviously.

[ there's anger, but it's somewhat half-hearted. the graves weigh heavy on all of them, and the idea of this kid -- of generations of people -- living in a post-apocalyptic world weighs heavier. mk doesn't linger on the point besides, so he lets it go.

the fact that mk was at his grave was no big revelation at this point, with how the guy approached him, so he just hears out mk's impressions, impassive. ]

I did survive, yeah. But I was the only one. [ millions, mk says, and he corrects -- ] Billions. Billions of people used to live on the planet.

[ all obliterated by some cataclysm that remains a mystery to him even now. mk, too. he shifts his weight backwards a little, says, ]

So that's my point of reference. Nothing, or billions. How many other people are alive on your earth?