The words hit Kainé like a blow to the gut. The world, gone? Her world? It's true that it was far in her future, long after she and all of humanity had perished, but subconsciously she found the idea that something had come after, even if it was just as futile and miserable, comforting. All snuffed out. Probably, anyway. But luck was never on her side.

Finally, she manages to get something out, hoarse and monotone. "It's not her anymore. Don't pretend it is."