It was all very civilized. Justice had learned about civility from watching those around him while Anders went about his life, Truth had learned about civility from watching people's dreams.
She served him tea. If the little chintz parlor had only fragments of walls and floated in the enduring light of the Fade, that was irrelevant to the fact that they were going to sit down and have tea while she asked him the most important question of them all.
"Was it worth it?"
He held the ethereal teacup in his gauntleted hand and stared past her, seeing a scarlet-lit sky and flagstones painted with blood.
And she knew the truth.