Rutile has no such convictions. Harder than steel, there's very little that can touch them, and less that can damage. In another world, Rutile was more careful about acting without thinking, but it's hard to find the instinct for self-preservation when there's no one relying on their survival anymore. They feel no responsibility for Aly; the invitation came from her, after all.

When Aly joins them they set off in the first direction they think will take them out of the city. "I confess," they say, "I don't know where exactly we're headed. The maps I've seen don't have more than the general areas marked."