"Yes," is quiet, kind of over Wolfgang's words, not interrupting or bringing anything new to the table, just-- yes, Baedal can be beautiful sometimes, sometimes its easy to be part of the problem. Evil is apathy, that was one of the things they'd tell each other. Benji shuts her eyes for a second, feeling the weight of the day and the wine in her mouth.

Opens her eyes again so that she doesn't take a miscalculated sip, taking a measured one instead. "Thank you," she says, after a second, even if she knows it might be confusing to hear. For what? "Just for. Talking, but understanding too. It's been a day.

"I only wish I knew what to do, you know. It was easier in New York, in its way. You help people leave the state, or leave the country." That you can't do that here goes without saying, glancing to Wolfgang again, hand twitching like she'd like to right one of his pale locks gone awry, but refraining -- also there is more than just one, so. "It's like you can't just... help people, when they're trapped. I mean. You can, for a day."

But not for as long as they're here.