[He frowns, troubled. No one ever needed to know his last before. Some did, some didn't, but for the most part everywhere he went, every time he moved, it was always the same. Although, knowing what he does now...

Maybe this train is the first place he's gone that he's actually been free. That's depressing... Less so when he thinks of a different way. Maybe the people here are the first since the crash to be completely unaffected by his presence and the outside influence that went with it.]

I'm not....the kind of person people can care about... [It's an empty argument, more habit. Because this is what he believes. What he's had to believe. But Towa had rejected it, too.] Not someone anyone should.