[ They expect the debt to be repaid — suddenly, Lucina realizes that Yom Crook probably doesn't care where the money comes from. Far from the most illuminating realization she's had, but ... it does put things into perspective, a little. Ylisse was a kinder place until it wasn't, desolate and dangerous at the same time. Perhaps this place — with its lighters and cars and all — isn't all that different.

That's neither here or there, though. She glances over towards the window. ] Perhaps. It will become an inevitable, I'm sure. [ She just doesn't like the thought of it. Also neither here or there. ]

Ah— I did not mean to take so much of your time. Thank you again, sir.