"We get you home, Misty," Soldat promises, forcing themselves to look earnestly at her face, at the shudder. To close their hand more warmly over hers. "Or you come with us, until we can figure out how to do that. We've. We've got some help coming, who will hopefully know what to do, to get you where. Where you belong." They've seen the message from Anan, and they know Yondu went to talk to her. They have to believe help is coming.

They have to hope that Misty has somewhere to go home to. Whether it's Beacon or the world she came from. The thought of just keeping her with them is painfully tempting, but they're not sure it's even possible. She's not tethered to the train.