All of them. [ Matt's slump now becomes profound, a slow sinking onto the chaise. ] Jesus.

[ Okay, forget potential, this opens up a pit. Is this a trap? Is it a moral test for the unlucky shard-bearers? Is it a simulation somehow, and the crystals are supercomputers filling their brains with physically and psychically convincing accounts of the destruction of their worlds?

Those thoughts and more swirl in Matt's mind. But the only one of them he voices is: ]

So you think there's ... actually a chance one group could get everything. Total victory. And it still wouldn't do what Cyrus and Yima are offering.