Eight nodded. "My world was not like Diagad either. There were big cities, with people all around, and there were events and people would gather and talk and talk and talk." Her eyes start to brighten as she imagines Inkopolis Plaza. "And there would be music, and laughing, and you would hear stories of people and see others grumble and go to work. Sometimes you would see people complain, and couples holding hands. And, no matter what, they choose to be there. It was their choice. And they were happy."

Her head lowered slightly. She could feel a dark pit in her stomach. It came to her when she heard that message all that long ago, and she knew she had to say it. At least once. "...we didn't choose the train, Devero. We didn't choose to be here. For a while I was smiling to the others on board, but I wasn't happy. I was angry. I was hurt. I wanted to disappear. To go anywhere but here. I would work to forget. I would fight to fight. Keeping busy made me not think about the reason. But inside... was hollow."