[The shock of hearing him talk like that makes her nearly trip over her own feet. He's always so reckless and acts first and thinks later. She's starting to get a little worried he took something weird the night before or something. Or maybe he hasn't taken enough and really needs to get trashed. She glances back at the shitty little dirt town, toward the saloon. They could head back and steal all the alcohol so Johnnie can be fun and reckless again...

Then again, that's a long way back. They've already come this far, can't turn around now.]

The Ender isn't exactly teaching me to think about the consequences of the things I do.

[She shrugs, keeping a little quiet.]

If everything's going to end anyway, does it matter?