Something, something not entirely hidden and cloaked in their words and dances, but just something makes her stop her quiet peeling away of the layers, the flesh protecting whatever kind of core lay beneath their vision of so-called "justice".

"Then it's very simple," she simply replies. She doesn't know if this makes Ilde an ally, or an enemy, if it makes her someone to be trusted, someone of a similar credo, or the same kind of bloody monstrosity she was supposed meant to destroy. Where was the line? Who drew it? Who knew what fell on which side?

Only humans were innocent, and simultaneously, there was nothing innocent about them. It was a painful fact, and yet she still wanted to protect them. "I do love when things are simple."