The sixteen-year-old just shook his head. He was a kid, young and naive, but this warzone of a world had also forced him to grow up fast, and his thought process was that of an adult more often than not. He knew the realities of their world--the machines were more powerful, man had created these very same machines, and this war was never going to be over. The world wouldn't end in fire or ice, it would end with a metal crunch and rusted bloody hinges. They had created their own ending.
"We all die someday, Der," Kyle reminded him, using a gentle voice almost as if this was news to his brother. It wasn't so much that he believed his brother was stupid enough to not already know everyone died, but that he believed his brother cared enough to pretend that he couldn't die. It was in his protective big brother nature.