This is more like home, and Greta finds herself breathing a bit easier as they leave the prison yard behind. Granted, all the black is off-putting - what happened? - but she doesn't ask for an explanation. She can guess that the city is in mourning; any description of what they're mourning would be a longer, grimmer lecture than she wants to request. She'll just let the Balladeer steer the conversation.

She's not surprised when he steers it into the mild waters of local architecture. It's an improvement over 'death.' His wording is a little strange, though, and after a few moments of token monument appreciation, she glances up at him. "'For a while'?" she repeats. He almost sounds like Andrew, talking about the present as if it's history to him. But isn't he from here? That's what she'd assumed, since he seemed to know the locals, and took a strange but important role in that execution.