"I got that feeling at the start, but after we started talking, it went away." He wouldn't call it suffocating, but then - both of them had a different experience, as it were. He brings his arms down, moving off his leaning against the chair.

"I get it, you know? They're weird, why should we trust them, they could turn around and do something bad with what we tell them - but what's doing nothing going to do? I've been on the train forever, and those guys gave me more than the train ever has." He shakes his head. "I'm not gonna be paranoid when they offer to help out. I just... didn't get that bad of a feeling from them."

What else can he say? That he's not that paranoid, but it's not like he doesn't understand some of Xehanort's concerns. Only, he finds it hard to see them as bad as he is.

A spooky station would be a lot worse if they were really getting attacked.

"But they didn't ask us for anything special. What's knowing what we think about the train or the kind of missions we've been going to tell them?"