"At some point, it either starts trusting us, or it starts expecting that every off-the-track world we're forced to stop at we're leaving every beacon we can, because it refuses to trust us." He sounds grim, his tail back to thumping with agitated regularity against the floor. "And we will. If I have to tell every world exactly who and what we are and what the hell's going on to us. If I wasn't fond of life and afraid of its control over our spirits, I'd stay behind until it killed me every time, but..."

He shuddered, full body. "No."

He doesn't care that they don't stay dead. For one, he has no death wish, and for another, the train's tether is already inexplicable. He doesn't want to hand his spirit right over to it and have to wonder if it'll stay intact, if he'll ever be able to reincarnate when he dies for a final time.