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[ It's not as if Ardbert can expect Aria to have any of the answers, and he won't let his own frustration at not knowing bleed out into the conversation. At least not too much. With a small sigh, he relents and takes the strawberry from her. ]

That goes without saying, I imagine. Mayhap we're in some sort of in-between place, then. Not the Void, surely, but something like it.

[ Which could mean that they're in far more danger than it appears. Ardbert walks to one of the windows built into the side of the train car, even as he takes another testing bite from the strawberry. (Slower this time, so as to not be completely overwhelmed by the taste.) Outside there's not much to see, as quickly as it moves past — only a desolate landscape that's a bit too familiar for comfort. Aria's right, though. This definitely isn't home for either of them.

He turns back sharply, then glances in the direction of the far end of the car. ] Should we see how far we can venture through this strange contraption?

[ It's like a trolley, but much faster. ]

[recitations]

[ He turns, and she follows; her gaze ends up where his is, on the far door of the train, and her head turns back to him the same time his does.

When their eyes meet, she grins. ] How forward, darling. [ Except she doesn't mean a word of it, surely. She picks up another small bite of food ( a small deviled-egg type thing ), and pops it in her mouth. ]

I suppose it's within our duty. As an adventurer, and all. [ Perhaps, at the end of the train, there's a way home. She's used to looking for that, now ( implications of what happens after aside ). ]

After you.