You probably did. I don't doubt it. I really don't care, Eridan. I'm a mule. I can't have kids, at least not the way you've heard about. What do I care if the human race dies out?

I only care if someone I care about dies. What does the rest really matter? You killing Fef bothers me a hell of a lot more than you making it so there won't be more Trolls.

[Besides, it wasn't like they couldn't travel back in time, pick up some fragment of the shattered matriorb, clone it in or alchemize it and then put it in the clone-o-matic. Really, what did death matter in his warped little world...

not that she knew most of that.]