There was silence for a moment, and she thought then that maybe Nigredo would agree with her. He lowered the gun, and the shade remained quiet. Nigredo was the one who spoke; the boy in front of her was the one who declined.

It wasn't something she wanted, but it seemed like it was what Nigredo truly believed. This kid. She slid a hand out to reach for his shoulder--nothing like force, just a gesture of contact. Maybe comfort. Senna smiled slightly. "I'm going to be wherever you are tonight, okay? I can show you those ruins some other time. We can just hang out tonight." A beat. "I won't push it. But you can, you know. Leave."