"Maybe that's not so different from how New York was before the sky tore." Just softly, barely thinking that she and Ilde are from different worlds, barely acknowledging her own dry humour as she muses on the stories of the Earth before it was rent apart by chaos.

She shrugs, and tips back the last of her drink - she's going through them too fast - before looking at Ilde. "Whatever's required in the name of justice. If they're corrupt beyond redemption, they should be punished." Her father, speaking with her tongue.