"....There was a time, when I came into the games carriage," he says after a moment- a long moment of nothing but silence, searching silence where he tries to gauge if he even stands a chance at breaking through.

"...You were pulling everything out- just throwing it, shouting... ...I guess... ...since no one controls when they leave the train, someone important had left. ...I didn't really try to stop you, but I did start putting it all back, which I guess helped a little. ...You weren't throwing anything anymore, at least..."

...Maybe it's a strong enough memory.

Maybe not. He doesn't know...