Great Sun Western Frontier, the gale sweeps sand over the train.
Inside the carriage, it dims, with two silhouettes sitting across each other by the window.
One small, one with triangular ears.
The mongoose's mind buzzes; Xiaoba's story is packed with information, and aggravatingly, it's filled with contradictions and conflicts, leaving her at a loss about where to begin with her questions.
"So, the train conductor killed his parents... then you saved him?"
"Why did the train conductor face off against the Steel Council?"
"Why commit to such a resolute act?"
"Xiaoba, weren't you the biggest supporter of the train conductor? Why save the child of the conductor's enemy?"
"... Why indeed?"
The mongoose painfully ruffled her hair, her voice thick with confusion.
The young man quietly watched the mongoose spew out a series of questions, "Not me, the conductor supports the most."
"Hm?"
The mongoose's ears perked up.
"It's the conductor who supports me the most."
