 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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Oh?
What is it?
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though maybe it's less because of what he's trying to do and more the circumstances that surround it.
it's the end, for now, after all. the last chance for any of this, so he knows... he needs to make it count. so he draws in a breath before stepping closer to milla, bridging that gap as he brings his hand up to cup her cheek in his palm—and then kisses her with intent. after all—it's going to be a long, long time before he may have that opportunity again.]
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[it's funny, how even with her boldness, she hadn't thought to do this. perhaps it was just because it was easier for her to keep herself at a distance. perhaps it was because this good-bye was way different than the last one]
[there's a moment's hesitation born of surprise, but it only lasts a moment. she's then quick to lean into him, to grab the front of his shirt tightly, to tilt her head and invite him to linger in the intensity of that kiss as long as he wants to. the train isn't going to leave with him still on it, after all]
[. . . at least she doesn't think so]