"Anything less depressing than survival.  Talking survival means the possibility of death.  I really don't want to think about death.  There are other things I think about... Things I'd prefer to think about." *She squeezed his hand without noticing, then loosened her grip again, though still holding his hand.* "I'm just saying that thinking and talking about having to survive is depressing." *She tried to hide the pink hue on her cheeks behind her hair.*