Justin hunched over on his elbows, looking sideways at Ron through the fall of his blond hair. "That's pretty fucking bleak, Ron. Even for someone who's as blind drunk as you." He shook his head, and then leaned over to grip Ron's shoulder. "I'm not exactly the brightest ray of sunshine half the time, but people have a remarkable capacity to do good. Sure, we all did what we have to survive. Hell, we're all doing it now. Again. And some of us had to survive more than others, but dammit, we're hardly wasted.