[ She knows his gladness won't last, that the logic will catch up to him. Nevertheless, she tries to offer a smile while she can, before it ebbs away in an only partially successful attempt at keeping her expression neutral in the face of his hesitation. ]

Then... people would go home.

[ That's just the truth of the matter, isn't it? But the lingering sadness around her mouth tells it all; she has thought of this eventuality many times and has no great love for it. ]

If I didn't have a choice, I would too, and that would be that. And if I did have a choice, I--... I don't know. It wouldn't be the same without everyone else. I'm not sure if-- I have the right to stay, or if I'd even want to.