He leans as well, less thought and more lifetime of reaction, growing up surrounded by peers and often packed in with them. Support by proximity, when stuck facing the same realities, whatever their personal thoughts on them. More so when they were in accord.

"Which one, the false one Chaos made? Or that... system or whatever where the train ran as soon as it left void?"

Not an entirely related or unrelated thought in that moment, but also trying to puzzle through.

"The Voidtrecker Express is remembered, but like a legend. These guys were all freaked out because they could pick up on Chaos, but had no idea what it was. But Chaos registered, right? Like throwing a rock into a still pond, Chaos's ripples were seen all over. The Voidtrecker Express's ripples were smaller stones, but spread out over a bunch of places. Maybe when you've made enough ripples, or a big enough one, the void doesn't let you be written entirely away."

He made a small sound of frustration, feeling he doesn't have enough information to pretend he can guess in any sensible way. But something being loud? Being louder, and heard at a greater distance? Sure. Why not?