[ that's... oddly domestic. the more she hears about the Library, it's looking more like malkuth and the others were just doing their jobs, and that they were possibly forced to by their mysterious boss. in other words, they're just another wing who did what they had to do for the betterment of the City.

wish it's not always that way, though. but there's nothing a civil servant like ishmael can do about it. ]

A regular person?

[ her lips are a thin line as she considers this. someone arrives to serve their respective udon bowls, and promptly leaves. ]

I don't think we'll ever be regular. At least compared to everyone here. The City... it shaped us to be like this. And it's going to be hard to untangle ourselves out of it.