She expects some sort of rebuttal. Perhaps a note that it isn't enough, that she will soon forget them when she moves on to her next task. Himeka does not keep contact with all the lives she has come across, nor would she truly be able to, but she does try to hold a piece of them with her.

Himeka is a mosaic of every person she has ever met.

But he...relents. Almost. And it gives Himeka her own pause. Yes, he still calls other people "wretched creatures" but it feels that he had actually listened and considered what she's said.

What he says next is curious too. Is he asking for her...suggestion on the matter? Whether or not he should spend time with his colleagues? Himeka frowns, her own feelings as standoffish as they had been in the beginning, laced in thinly veiled confusion. This conversation has taken turns she couldn't have anticipated and she has to ask herself...would it be...productive? For Zenos to relate to others? Or only drive him further to the Regent's cause?

...No, no she knows there are good people over there. People have only fallen into despair, who have given up. That doesn't mean she or anyone else has to give up on them.

After a long moment, she finally speaks.

"...I hear it's a great city."