Force wouldn't work. But Tidus was right, as he often was. The only way they had gotten anywhere with the train was persistence. They had kept talking, kept asking, kept pushing until the train had answered them.

He remembered one of their earliest meetings, in the store room, talking desperately at the engine wall.

In some ways nothing had changed, in others everything had.

"I know. We have to keep pushing, even if we are ignored."