"Someone did after Diagad, right?" Avoiding Anan's name, because he doesn't feel he needs to say it, and the people listening don't need easier answers when they're keeping them in boxes and stacking the odds to figure out if strangers trapped in stressful situations would work together or, he had no idea, turn into depraved weirdos building microsocieties of extreme violence and suppression.

(Maybe not that. It seemed like a stretch all around.)

"Not to the radio, but the um. The train does listen, just not to these fools."

He flicked his fingers toward the wall that had been the door into their present room, not bothering to look toward it.

"Couldn't he ask to try and send something out their way? It'd leave it open, as long as these guys don't think only in rigid lines."