It's not the first time he's heard about not going back, but it doesn't stick to him, is another one of those annoying parts about the train and void and everything that doesn't make sense. Listens in on the mutual indignation, his own interest in even casually viewing the magazine gone as he balances an elbow on his leg, props from there his chin on top of a fist. Eyes staring out at the walls he's gotten used to, opposite from where they sit.

"We're stuck with it, whatever happens." Whatever happens here, with the Ministry - he feels sure about that much. "The train'll run, the Ministry'll do who-knows-what..."

He could end it there, taking in a breath and then letting it go, a stubborn resignation.

"Just hope whatever happens next happens quick. Playing the waiting game sucks."

Even if it happens to involve helping out other people, other worlds - it's draining, not knowing the direction of your own story.