“Nothing that detailed.” He shakes his head, then lifts a finger to his chin. “If I remember right, I asked it why it keeps avoiding the ministry if it believes it’s operating under standard void craft procedure.” His hand then makes a gesture, to point. “It’s answer was the same as Captain Halo’s- that they have no recollection of its existence, and that it’s been registered rogue with no data to back up the claim that we’re a mission craft.”
It feels like he had wasted his question at the time, but hindsight is fifty-fifty.
“At the very least, it doesn’t go against it’s own story. If they’re caught, we’ll all be caught with it as accomplices to void crimes and the train will probably be decommissioned.” Logical. And yet his ponderous thoughts drift elsewhere; not too far away that the conversation he’s having with Tidus is left to simmer more than it must.
“…You know, the train and the ministry have more in common than we think.” Roland looks at the wayward tomes, journals, and notebooks to the side of the bench unoccupied. How long have they all tried to make sense of it all, yet at each juncture, they always come up two or three steps too short.
“Whatever their individual agendas, this fake-out mission proves both train and ministry need us. The train for obvious reasons, and the ministry for what information we can provide to help them get one step closer to the Voidtrecker.” Radio signals aside. They were boarded before. They could do things that neither train nor passenger foresee.
He doesn’t say anything else after that, but his eyes close. The unspoken is a clarity only he might jump to, wherever it leads- that if they could somehow use themselves as an asset to one, they might just have a chance of bargaining for their freedom. Risky, but he did promise to do everything they could; to find a way.
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It feels like he had wasted his question at the time, but hindsight is fifty-fifty.
“At the very least, it doesn’t go against it’s own story. If they’re caught, we’ll all be caught with it as accomplices to void crimes and the train will probably be decommissioned.” Logical. And yet his ponderous thoughts drift elsewhere; not too far away that the conversation he’s having with Tidus is left to simmer more than it must.
“…You know, the train and the ministry have more in common than we think.” Roland looks at the wayward tomes, journals, and notebooks to the side of the bench unoccupied. How long have they all tried to make sense of it all, yet at each juncture, they always come up two or three steps too short.
“Whatever their individual agendas, this fake-out mission proves both train and ministry need us. The train for obvious reasons, and the ministry for what information we can provide to help them get one step closer to the Voidtrecker.” Radio signals aside. They were boarded before. They could do things that neither train nor passenger foresee.
He doesn’t say anything else after that, but his eyes close. The unspoken is a clarity only he might jump to, wherever it leads- that if they could somehow use themselves as an asset to one, they might just have a chance of bargaining for their freedom. Risky, but he did promise to do everything they could; to find a way.