Adam supposes she's right. What else are they supposed to do? What else can they do? Even just a few years-months-- however ago, when he ended up here, all he could really do was keep going. And even before that, when he found out things about himself that he could have never suspected before, when it was all over, that was all he intended on doing - to just continue being.

Just keep going, and keep living. That's all you can really do.

So, he nods, looking at his hands. He feels tired. Not tired tired, but some sort of tired. A weird kind of tired.

"Yeah." He looks down at Dog, who rests his head on his master's lap again, gently waggling his tail.