[She tilts her head back, looking up. There's a glimmer in her eye, a brightness that wasn't there a moment ago.

It's going to be a while before Sucre's without her sugar, but she really will try. Because Zacharie asked her to.]

Yes. It's pretty. All the smoke's up there, like white clouds. And so much blue. I do like blue.

Are you still selling the world to itself?