[Everything about him looks run down and sad. She can make a guess at what he's thinking, and though it won't be exact, it'll be pretty close. Martha moves a little closer so her shoulder is touching his.]
I don't like to talk about some of the things in my past. But that story you keep hearing about? That apocalypse with all those dead people? It was my fault. 3 billion people dead because of me.
[She's staring at the fake horizon as she says it. Martha hasn't admitted this to... anyone. And while she didn't kill them with her own hands, her actions were the catalyst for every one of those deaths.]