Two wrongs don't make a right, but what happened, happened and nothing could change the past. As they walked together side by side like they used to when they lived together in Yi City, he simply listened. Xingchen nods his head. All the anger and self-hatred in his heart haven't vanished, but merely diminished, broken up and fragmented by grief and confusion. Part of it, he's trying to adjust and accustomed to the idea that he's alive once more, but for what purpose?

For now, his mind is a blank. He's merely soaking in his new surroundings, his new home with his senses. Half of the time, he doesn't know what she is talking about, but she sounded happy to him as she is filling him with new information.

New people, new names, new words, and experiences. Unfamiliar. As they headed somewhere toward to where she is leading him. He remains silent, but he is listening and while she has no end of telling him her tales, he nods, opening himself up, "Mm. So you had been here on this train for a while?"