"Yondu." It's not a quelling sound or motion, but he does turn, with softer tone, to look at his fellow Trainling. He speaks lowly and levelly, not trying to keep what he says away from any of the sali, but definitely keeping his focus on Yondu.
"This is their home. If they weren't feeling all sorts of things about what's happened, or feeling like outsiders are stepping in to solve things like they aren't already, I'd be concerned. If we say we're helping people, that means we listen to them, too. If what the people here want is for us to stay on the central island and do nothing but keep out of their way, I know you'll help me call back everyone to do exactly that."
When his attention shifts, his voice is only louder by merit of returning to normal conversational volume.
"I would make different choices if I could. I don't think it's particularly helpful, or less than insulting, to have a hundred or so strangers tossed into existing problems. I apologise for our transgressions, even more so for the timing. Arrogance serves us poorly, I agree." That the timing is why the train has thrown them in now has already been implied, if not directly said. He means it, too. If the people here only want them to leave well enough alone to let them take action, then they will. Even he, a notorious meddler, knows better than to presume his help is what's needed.
Even when it has been, even when he's sacrificed everything, the world can unsure it's not enough.
"I can break down a list of our skills, and our supplies. What we'd ask in turn, which starts with a place to camp without being an intrusion. Anything else is beneficial, but unnecessary if it falls outside of fair exchange. By chance we're on the central island, and Hemla has communicated with a handful of us. Not adequately to offer negotiation, more... memory, emotion." He lifts a hand, to tap it against his temple. "Or that was what I encountered."
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"This is their home. If they weren't feeling all sorts of things about what's happened, or feeling like outsiders are stepping in to solve things like they aren't already, I'd be concerned. If we say we're helping people, that means we listen to them, too. If what the people here want is for us to stay on the central island and do nothing but keep out of their way, I know you'll help me call back everyone to do exactly that."
When his attention shifts, his voice is only louder by merit of returning to normal conversational volume.
"I would make different choices if I could. I don't think it's particularly helpful, or less than insulting, to have a hundred or so strangers tossed into existing problems. I apologise for our transgressions, even more so for the timing. Arrogance serves us poorly, I agree." That the timing is why the train has thrown them in now has already been implied, if not directly said. He means it, too. If the people here only want them to leave well enough alone to let them take action, then they will. Even he, a notorious meddler, knows better than to presume his help is what's needed.
Even when it has been, even when he's sacrificed everything, the world can unsure it's not enough.
"I can break down a list of our skills, and our supplies. What we'd ask in turn, which starts with a place to camp without being an intrusion. Anything else is beneficial, but unnecessary if it falls outside of fair exchange. By chance we're on the central island, and Hemla has communicated with a handful of us. Not adequately to offer negotiation, more... memory, emotion." He lifts a hand, to tap it against his temple. "Or that was what I encountered."