"And making sure that us humans live isn't something to live for?" Angie put Edwin's handkerchief, only damp in one spot from her almost-tears, back into his hand and closed it around it. Edwin's bleak look on life here -- and life here was bleak, no getting around it -- was enough to make anyone want to give up.
It occurred to her to offer to be his anchor. But she couldn't; she simply couldn't. She'd anchored her parents, and she couldn't be that for someone else. "Mr. Jarvis, I wish I could help you. I don't know if I have a solution, and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."