[ Zack's expression turns sympathetic, the hint of a commiserating smile hiding just behind it, and he reaches out to put a gloved hand on Donnie's shoulder. It's a firm, reassuring gesture. Nothing but certainty there. ]

Maybe we didn't have a choice, but that doesn't mean we aren't gonna make it. We'll figure this out, okay? We're all getting to Nirvana, and then we're all going home.

[ Well - some of them are. Zack doesn't think he's got a home left to go to, and whatever waits for him there surely isn't the life he already lost. But his conviction doesn't waver. ]

In the meantime... [ Looking up at the husks, himself, dripping with rain and swaying on those short hanks of rope, his expression hardens, bright with resolve in the dark. ] Maybe we should try and help some more of these guys?