[ The only thing that's keeping from flying off the handle are sensible people. If they end up going slack-jawed in bewilderment, he doesn't have many options before he starts outing himself as the real crazy one here, slowly acclimatizing to the idea of universe-wide annihilation. ]

So ... it's really no good, huh. We're the only ones left.

[ His tone lacks inflection as he turns his gaze down, staring morosely at his careworn sneakers. ] I didn't think it'd be easy. They didn't give us enough to work with. I don't think it's anything we can accomplish on our own, though.

What do you think you'll do from here on out?