For the briefest moment she had dared to believe that she might at least leave and go somewhere else, even if it didn't mean going back to Gotham. But of course, that had been too much.

Gotham in a way had been cruel to her in that regard. She'd learned something about how to hope, and now that was backfiring.

Snow wilted so gradually that even she could hardly tell between one moment and the next when exactly the light died out. "Oh."