Archer, are you afraid that both of you are going to leave and then I'll have no one? Because I don't understand where all of this is coming from.

[ She doesn't need friends. ] The people here--myself included--are already dead. Our worlds are gone. It's unlikely that we'll ever be truly real. It's been so long since I've been alive that I can't even tell if what we are now are real or just entries in a database.

What good is there in pursuing relationships when there's nothing for it in the long run?