Ilde forces herself to exhale the desire to just break everything and starts packing paper and books into the box that Remy's found. They need the myths, she decides; there's a lot in this city, and she wants to know it, mostly so she and Sonja can punch most of it in the face or whatever else seems appropriate and damaging. They'll take everything, they'll get out, and they'll blow it to hell.

It's a nice, comforting thought. Break what needs breaking.

"Candlelighters," she reads off one of the pamphlets, before she drops it into the box. Well.