Giles didn't really question where the glasses had come from. He was so used to seeing things magically appear and disappear these days that nothing shocked him anymore.
He took a sip of his drink before answering. "I suppose 'everything' isn't a good answer to that question," he said with something akin to a smile before shaking his head. "What's bothering me the most is occasionally feeling like this is all worthless," he admitted finally. He hated feeling so down about things, but it was true. Sometimes, he just got so stuck in his own mind that nothing they were doing would be worth it. They were all just going to die in the end, anyway, likely horribly.