"'Tis why you're hiding, then." Makes sense, if he expended whatever energy he had, that he wouldn't want to encounter anyone on the train who might take advantage of that state. K'zeka is not generally one of those people, especially in a place where the dead don't quite stay dead, no matter how they're killed. Or so he's heard, as he's yet to kill anyone or experience anyone who's died and come back to life.

"When I first arrived?"

It's something he has to think a little bit about. While he remembers generally what happened before he was pulled, he has to consider the specifics.

"We'd just returned from the First, the Scions and I. I didn't arrive right after...mayhap four or five suns after that, after everyone could leave their beds under their own power." It's not a detail that's vital to answering the question, but it helps him remember. "I was about to take my leave to run some errands."

The current events are fresher in his mind, and he suddenly looks a lot more worried recalling them.

"About two moons passed while I was away. In that time, odd towers appeared all over the place and all civilians were warned to stay away from them. 'Twas all I could find out, since the aetheryte network wasn't functioning properly...every time I tried to use it, I came right back to the platform. The Scions were gone and I--" The longer he talks, the more animated he gets, until he cuts himself off, rubbing his face with one hand.

"Something is wrong and there was naught I could do."