There has to be an edge. It can't go on forever. It's not a place they've just been dropped: it's a cage. It's somewhere their every move is being watched, and that means that they need to be contained somehow. Ariadne isn't sure how to take Amy's cut off reply, so she blinks, dropping the subject. They'll find out what happens at the edge when they reach it.

"It's nice there," she states obviously, remembering fondly the details of the bridge she took to school and the buildings all around. If she thinks there are holes in Amy's story, she says nothing; she doesn't care one way or another. Even saying he was a thief would earn nothing more than a slow blink. She has no room to argue when she herself so willingly wandered into a life of crime. "Maybe you'll make it back there."