Amnesty. Chasing them any longer would be a waste of resources.

[He's nearly finished with his drink by now, and knows that Tseng will refill it as soon as he does away with the dregs; with that in mind, he leaves the last mouthful in the glass and rotates it slightly with a turn of his wrist, making the amber liquid spin inside its confines.]

That includes the Ancient. She's free to go — provided Strife and the others handle one of our problems for us.