Right as Jingyi shudders, Inigo gets a very similar feeling in the pit of his stomach. Some sort of dread, or disgust, or worry, or a combination of all of them that threatens to make his stomach turn right here and now and the thought of a friend dying.

Even if it's just temporary death.

It's why, even though they already have a lot of physical contact going on, he still moves to try and grab a hold of Jingyi's hand anyway, squeezing it as if to confirm the other is still really here.

"Yes. Let's not do that." There's almost something pleading in Inigo's voice, despite Jingyi having rejected the idea himself. "Even if it somehow revives us, that still-- we don't know if it doesn't change people."

Inigo never asked anyone who died and came back, after all.

"And being in debt to the train just sounds like an awful idea in general."