Well, okay, look at it this way. If you fuckin' screw up an' make it so I was never born, then I never pick you up an' get you outta Indiana, do I?

[He laughs, and gives a shrug. Fuck if he knows how time works. Maybe it doesn't matter. He'd like to think it doesn't, but time travel is way beyond him. Just because he can sort of do it, somehow, doesn't mean he really gets it.]

Look, I really don't give a shit if you wipe some shitty fuckin' town off the map, right? I'd be right there with you. Just don't evaporate my grandpa on accident, or blow a fuckin' hole big enough that nobody from my family ever wanted to move to California to start with. I hate sayin' we gotta stick to small stuff, but, I wanna exist.

[Surely she gets that much. That's why he's here, alive, having a great time hauling his damn bike down the road and kicking at rocks.]