[He's not the first one to posit such a theory. Ben — or rather, Obi-Wan, had much the same thoughts. She is leery of putting any stock in the name of the train. Existential Express, who came up with that? Alliteration doesn't indicate cleverness, it just sounds catchy. That had been a tentpole in his argument. Dimitri is going with a more empirical approach, which Toko can respect.

Too bad she's been around this block too many times to buy it.]

I can't accept that. [Her rebuttal is quiet, but resolute. She gives him a flicker of a glance, fishing for something, before her eyes fix somewhere dead ahead. Hardened.]

Sorry. I've seen that trick p-played before, too. With the right resources, it's easy to set up a course that l-looks like the right path, but has unexpected consequences. You can think you're saving people, and maybe you are for a while. But then there's a twist. The thing you were relying on to help one set of people in fact, hurts another. Or...or you're led to believe one party is innocent, and end up framing the wrong person.

[If Komaru had followed her heroic path to a tee, all the children of Towa City would have been killed. If Naegi hadn't miraculously survived his execution, or the group had turned on Kirigiri as planned, they never would have discovered the truth of Ikusaba's death. Nor the Mastermind's identity.

They've come upon the well now. Toko docks her bucket on the side and snatches the rope, threading it around the handle.]

Until we g-get more clues about this conductor, or see them in the flesh, it's stupid to assume this is some friendly sch-scheme to make us get along and help a bunch of weird animal people. Maybe one of us is right. Maybe we're b-both wrong. But...

[The rope gives a plaintive creak. She's cinched it too tightly. Toko pauses. Wets her lips and narrows her eyes, fixated on the black abyss at the bottom of the well.]

I won't fall into another trap.