"I'm sorry. It's difficult, not knowing what is coming, even if you suspect it won't be good, you still don't know." Bruce wondered if he would prefer not to know about Thanos. Not living through that would be easier, yes, but that question mark would at away at him. And make him feel useless, stuck so far away from the fight. It was an impossible situation. Ignorance was bliss.

He might be getting tipsy. He felt fuzzy around the edges, for sure. "Hmmm, I mean, it could be both. If they can take people from a timeline and then put them back in, they can copy them and put one back and use the other. So if that were the case, all you could hope for would be the copy that goes back." Bruce was not much of an optimist, to say the least. He had an extraordinary way of finding depressing parts of anything. "Cheers." He did toast her, and didn't spill, so he would say he was doing okay. It was warm in there.

"What about the people who might be here who are dead already? Either way they're dead, so this might be the only life they can hope for from now on."