Hate to forget it. It sounds like something Sazed would say, holding on to the past, remembering what once was and not letting it be lost. She'd never understood that. The things in the past can't help you now, and too many of them just hurt you.

Several seconds tick by in silence before she finally answers. There's a limit to paranoia. It's not as if there's anything he can even do with this information.

"Luthadel. The capital city of the Final Empire." Indeed, there isn't much in the way of fondness in her voice.