Abby shakes her head. There is no smile. No hopeful little spark. There might be something cold at the heart of it, something determined, but that's all. She is completely solemn.

"I want it there."

Maybe it's melodramatic, but there are so many people dead. For next to nothing. She isn't going to let Redbright destroy them, not now and not when she meets with the Night Council. But now she has to watch her step. Has to be very careful.

"It's a reminder. Of all of this." She glances over at Redbright, and her eyes narrow faintly. "Of her."