[ The conductor. Ardbert assumes that would be the person in charge of the train, as he doesn't have much experience with them. Trolleys, certainly, but this is a far more advanced piece of machinery than that.

He can sense that Anakin's not so convinced, and mayhap he has some other theory. All they're doing at this point is guessing, of course, but it's likely healthy to do so. Keeping all of these questions bottled up won't do them much good either. ]

I can't say. [ He sighs and shakes his head as he glances down toward his lap. ] I don't even know if there will be an end, or if this will just continue into some sort of terrible eternity. [ He knows a thing or two about that.

Yet Aria had insisted that this was only temporary, that they would find a way out and return to her home. Ardbert believes in her, if nothing else. ] I'd rather not assume as much, though. I'd like there to be some point to all this. [ He reaches up with one hand to run at the back of his neck, unintentionally drawing attention to the red numbers imprinted there. ]