THE TRAIN HUMS BENEATH THEM. it sits on the aisle seat, hands the conductor the appropriate tickets; even now, her connections come in handy for a quick escape. he has them seated near the window — hoping the passing views will be enough to distract him and draw attention away from his missing limbs. she'd had him fitted in a proper shirt and overcoat before, and hopefully it's enough. kaina, herself, had donned a whole new identity. her hair is up in a ball cap and a hoodie hangs loosely on his frame.
this train ride is an hour long, then they have one more 45 minute long connection to the countryside. there, they can have a moment to assess and account for what's been done — and for what's to come.
" hang on, kai. " his hand rests only somewhat nervously on their knee. " not long now. " / @overhual
