“Then why are you doing it?” Garraty asked him. “If you know that much, and if you’re that sure, why are you doing it?” “The same reason we’re all doing it,” Stebbins said. He smiled gently, almost lovingly. His lips were a little sun-parched; otherwise, his face was still unlined and seemingly invincible. “We want to die, that’s why we’re doing it. Why else, Garraty? Why else?”
