"Have to be." [Mono mumbles. There isn't confidence in the answer as much as admission; much more of an 'truth' than a basis for opinion. Choice isn't a luxury Mono ever had before, why start now? What would people think if he couldn't step up like he was supposed to? He gestures out the dressing carriage doors, to that overwhelming view of a whole entirely different world's city ahead.]
"They. Need help." [And if the train picked them to do that... surely they'll be able to?]
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"They. Need help." [And if the train picked them to do that... surely they'll be able to?]
"You. Like to help?"