"An endless waltz," Zechs echoed in agreement.

He'd read the pamphlet when he wasn't in mid-conversation. His eyes flickered back to the closed doors of the train car.

"I tried to see where they were going to, but there was a barrier," he conveyed. "So our leaders, self-appointed, can vanish at any time."

A wry smile graced his face, largely not an amused one. "You say that as if the task is endlessly difficult. Were you a commander, when you were taken?"