If it weren't for the truth that a single Greek Underworlder meant the failure of their only plan, Nanshe would have dearly loved to have had Harmonia there with her at that moment. If only to have her hear what Morpheus had said. If only to give her hope that she would not cease to exist, no matter what happened, so long as others like Morpheus believed what he did.
But she knew something Morpheus had yet to discover -- and perhaps she was glad he hadn't found it out for himself: It was a wonder just how capable one was of doing a truly hated thing, when there was nothing else to do. Morpheus named himself incapable of choosing sides. But what he meant to say was that it was strongly distasteful to him to think of doing it. She knew better than most that there was a great difference between the too. As she listened to him, her eyes grew sad but she gave him no answer as to why.
"I'm glad you don't have to choose, Morpheus," she said softly, and so very, very kindly. "If those you care about decide to change their minds, of course my home is still open to them." She thought on something for a second, then asked: "Are any of your most adored also the beginners of these terrible things that have happened?"
Because if they were not, Nanshe could understand much better the reason why he would not stand with either side.