Xiaoxing stares blankly for a moment before realizing that it's obviously some form of call-and-answer and shakes her head, letting a sigh and rolling her eyes.  There is an actual bemused smile on her face for a moment.  She waits while Valerie signals their transportation again -- the warning to the 'decanthrope' is an adequate compromise, in their mutual lack of ability to do anything material about the issue for now.<br/><br/>"I am hesitant to put my faith in something coming from the mouth of an avowed demon," she answers Valerie, offering a brief, wan smile, "but it will at least give us a place to start from.  If this is the kind of thing that lies below the surface, the kind of thing that is really happening, we have to know..."<br/><br/>She trails off a moment, gaze unfocusing as it briefly tracks the sun in the sky.  "And you might be surprised at how easy it is to quash public memory of legends," Xiaoxing murmurs.  "Zedong did it.  Stalin did it.  All you have to have to do is have the desire and the madness to do it."