[It reminds him of something, for a moment - this man's words. It reminds him of tens of thousands dead, and two survivors instead of one, as if one single person saved could make any meaningful difference.

For a second, he's quiet and considering, looking at the covered face and the hand over it.]

...I believe many worlds are like that.

[Is what he says first. It's a human thing, he thinks. It's more than a human thing, most likely. It's something that afflicts any world with a finite species that has too much of itself to remember.]

There will come a day when all things are forgotten, no matter how enormous or beloved they were in their time. But it is certainly uneven... The balance between those whose names history remembers and those that it doesn't.