[ Chesed considers Netzach's reply. His index finger traces over the remnants of the name carved upon the headstone. ]

Is that so?

[ It's said in a light tone, an acknowledgment of an answer as opposed to judgement. ]

I suppose everyone from the City were all a part of that same machine. But not everyone was cut from the same cloth. Those from the Nests were quite different from those of the Backstreets, weren't they?

[ Perhaps Chesed has not yet realized that Netzach means "places that aren't the same at all" quite literally. ]