[She contemplates his words for a silent moment before choosing how to reply.] There is no guarantee we will not both fail, of course. But, as I think more about it, if we were chosen to survive, there must be a reason. I will not accept that everything was utterly senseless and random.
[She gently frees her hand from his, not to cut off their contact, but so that the hug she promptly gives him is much less awkward than it would be otherwise.] Maybe it will be okay.