[ She keeps meeting his eyes, regardless. The answer is given in a shake of her head. ]

Your eyes are white. As are mine, I am sure.

[ After the events of her life, her form never completely... snapped back. The price of using so much power, of being misused in the way she had been.

But - she wasn't thinking about what this empty city had taken from her. She cannot. Else she truly would never recover. ]

And no, as long as someone is remembered, no matter what happened, they are not gone. They are with you, always.