"The job was never causing an apocalypse," Eda points out, with an irritated huff. "And my enemy wasn't the whole world." Even if it felt like it, sometimes. But it was never an enemy in the sense that she wanted to destroy it all.

"So I'm pretty sure it's not the same. I've never wanted to be the only person left to gloat. Sounds pretty lonely if you ask me."

And, for now, Eda sticks with her attempt to refuse to engage. She focuses on the snow-covered ground under her feet. On how solid it feels. So long as she pointedly ignores the shudder that ran through it.