[Need wonders if that's a diplomatic answer to placate her. Probably not. There doubtless are a lot of depths to Nagito and he does clearly put on a front but she doesn't think he's actually perceptive and intuitive in that particular way. If he actually is, he's not going to show it for a situation like this.

She takes off the bandana on her head, revealing thinning gray hair flattened against her skull by rainwater, and shakes it out of its molded-on shape so she can re-fold it and tie it back into place. It's really just something to do with her hands. Need knows she should move on before she's forced to, but that sense of exhaustion is still there.]

Yeah, well. Sometimes it's like that. Anyway.

All this was part of a city once. I don't know which one. There were a lot of cities back then. This would have been somewhere central or industrial, since there's black paving underfoot and there are this many treated pillars. If not for them, nature would have claimed this by now and there'd be little sign anyone was here at all.

Now, people whose ancestors fled west return and build houses in it. There were several, last time I actually saw it.