She is really reluctant to talk about this. It shows in the stops-and-starts, the questions he constantly has to ask. Somehow, it feels like Najaran is not even sure of the ending herself. Or maybe she knows it, and-- worse-- she doesn't want to talk because worse things come, and--

If Tidus can be on the train, and be a dream--

If Romeo can be on the train, and--

His eyes widen as he takes in what her reluctance might mean. Might be for.

"Najaran-- did you die?" He asks, his voice caught in his throat. He slips languages without really meaning to, emotions tangling too close and the words out of his mouth before he can think to say them better. Dead Guardians in a ditch.

Dead Guardians in a ditch.

No-- not her!

It's-- he-- Not her? She's his friend, she's precious to him. How can he-- how can he protect her if she's already dead?

This one is harder to swallow. He's known Romeo; he's known people that have died and are on the train but it's different because Najaran is his friend, she's part of his hoard and-- and-- has he already lost her?

He always loses them. He always does, but that hits harder. That hits him hard. It's a struggle to keep it off from his face, from reacting too much, before he gets the confirmation. The denial. He hopes it'll be the latter.