Knowing them didn't mean he forgave them when they were reprehensible. That bit he won't say out loud, though. Yeah, the train he's... he's not made an effort. Every person he's come to know has approached him first. He's not reached out. He's attempted, unsuccessfully, to close himself off.

"Feels like I'm nothin'. Even as a slave I was worth more than this." And that's the hardest part of it. He misses being worth something. He's careful about saying it loud enough for any of the townfolk to hear.

But maybe he shouldn't say shit like that to people.

"Doesn't matter. I put myself in the position, I did some shit that ain't the train's fault, so I might as well get these people out." He picks up his stride and walks a little faster. He whistles, and it translates, the sharp noise being a 'come on!' The fact that a whistle became words in the heads of the townsfolk causes a surprised hum among a few of them.