[She is silent again, but it is a different sort. Quieter. More muted. Her head lifts, for long moments tilted upward against the light as though looking upward toward the sky . . . or perhaps gazing over the lines of the city beyond the ruins.]

I will remember.

[The words are soft. And while they are not a decision, they also do not dismiss.]

[All other questions remain unanswered.]

[She is quiet for a brief time more, then finally:]

An Avatar has suggested that I see the city for myself. And while I do not relish it, perhaps it will be worthwhile towards your question.