"Sounds like you've had a lot more luck than I have talking to the train. I submitted my questions but have yet to receive a response." He sighed a little and shrugged slightly. He wasn't holding his breath on that.

"I don't know. I don't know who could've done that on my world considering the state it's in." Admittedly he's frustrated by that, and trying not to focus on something inevitably means focusing on it.

"Mine's not destroyed, merely petrified. So it's presently inorganic."