'This is something I could do, so I did it.' - hits Jade somewhere he wasn't expecting, because he understands that, of course he understands it, so it shouldn't burn like it does except it does burn. Something warm, something fond, something he cannot place. He really hasn't been in resonance with anyone other than Mythra in a hundred years, huh? There's a lot of new ground for Jade to navigate, too, all the places that aren't light, aren't ice, aren't--

Now isn't the time.

Jade looks up as Asch does, in the same direction - ah. Asch's timing will always be impeccable, won't it? It's probably impossible for it to be anything else.

"A train," Jade says, as if that's not obvious, hadn't been obvious the moment they got here. "...I suppose we're meant to board, then?"

Just because he doesn't like the truth doesn't mean he can't see it. He just wishes he knew why.