It's time to go.
Most people are on the train by now. Settled into their cabins and among friends and loved ones. There are only three new arrivals left to board and once they do, Hal pulls a conductor's hat out from underneath the bar, tugs it on, and steps around it to the middle of the train. He opens his mouth to talk, voice filling the train.
"It's time to go. Stops happen once a day until everyone's departed and I already have your stopped listed. If you'd like to be prioritized, let me know, otherwise we'll go in order of death. Settle in and enjoy the ride. If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask, folks."
This, of course, means that those who died earliest (Manfred, Higekiri) will depart first while those who died latest (Barnham, Damian, Percy) will depart last. There's a stop for everyone, though those who want to get off together are more than welcome to. Hal pulls a notepad and pen out of his pocket later and people will notice that he goes around the train confirming stops with everyone. Whatever feeling Hal may have had to a character back in town isn't noticeable here -- he is simply a robot assigned with a job.
After that, it's all a matter of settling in and enjoying the ride. If that's possible for you, at least.
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[ Part of her wants to contest, but a larger part of her has reached a threshold that has to be abided: a strict inability to make her point any further, whether lacking in the words themselves or the medium to share them.
It wasn't his duty, or -- it didn't have to be. He chose it, he could have turned away, saved himself.
Now, she isn't sure there's anything left to save.
Finally, she disagrees outwardly, shaking her head. ]
I would like you to do something for me. Will you agree first, without knowing what it is?
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There's little that can be done to hurt him now, not now that he has already harmed himself.
And--]
You are asking if I trust you.
Indeed I do, Madam Walken.
[He's trusted her...all along, even if that was, perhaps, a poor decision.]
I shall do what I can.
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Wherever you end up, forget duty. Live quietly, and consider your own personal happiness to be the highest form of wisdom.
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He's quiet for a moment, head bowed--and then he sighs.]
I...shall not be returning to Labyrinthia. What I have done... it would--and has--disqualified me from being a knight of the inquisition. I do not deserve to return there.
[...]
Where I shall go from here, I do not know. But I...shall try. I shall try...to leave duty behind--perhaps...it is truly time.
[Hasn't he done enough in the pursuit of his duty?]
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choosing to believe that, and knowing that once he gets off this train she'll have no way to verify, Chane only writes one more word. ]
Goodbye.
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This is farewell.
He takes a slow breath, and lifts his head.]
...Farewell, Chane.
[This is goodbye--for good.]