There has to be; Ilde had been looking, but maybe not as hard as she could've been. And maybe it doesn't matter for her, now, because there's no going back-- but it's still important. There are still others, and the way this city works is still unspeakably shit.

After a moment she says, "A little," again, with the thin smile of understatement. "But it's over." How very final. They don't know each other so well that she's willing to drop the hideous death bomb on him, but there's not really any tiptoeing around the fact that it was a hell of a thing.