( He asks, but then he's gone again. Inigo has him believing the train doesn't even know, really, what makes people stay or go, and he thinks again: is this whole stupid process entirely beyond them all, some third force at work, that the train tapped into and is too desperate to stop using? Was this some weird side effect from things that happened before?
But he lets those thoughts bleed away, until he's prepared the tea, and carries it, steeping, back to Hanguang-jun, through transgates and carriages. There's nothing but ground and laps to set the tray on, so he settles to his knees, kneeling as he's been taught since he was too young to have clear memories, and pours tea for his elder, handing it over after, even as Little Carrot sniffed and nibbled at the tray itself, swiftly finding it not to its tastes. )
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( He asks, but then he's gone again. Inigo has him believing the train doesn't even know, really, what makes people stay or go, and he thinks again: is this whole stupid process entirely beyond them all, some third force at work, that the train tapped into and is too desperate to stop using? Was this some weird side effect from things that happened before?
But he lets those thoughts bleed away, until he's prepared the tea, and carries it, steeping, back to Hanguang-jun, through transgates and carriages. There's nothing but ground and laps to set the tray on, so he settles to his knees, kneeling as he's been taught since he was too young to have clear memories, and pours tea for his elder, handing it over after, even as Little Carrot sniffed and nibbled at the tray itself, swiftly finding it not to its tastes. )
Hanguang-jun.