Kadaj watched with an expression of thinly veiled glee as the Shadow Creepers did their work, distracted with that for just a moment before turning his attention to the train once more and heading towards it, replying, "Yes, let's." The way was clear, so there was no reason to linger, even if it was terribly amusing to watch the people scramble about in terror. Perhaps they would get a chance to enjoy that sight later, but not now.
He did his best to quiet any nagging doubts about whether or not Mother would approve of them as he boarded the train, unimpeded by any fool that might ask he or his brother for a ticket. Apparently the little display of power earlier had been enough to make sure that they got a free ride on the rickety old thing, and Kadaj sincerely hoped they'd be wise enough to continue running the train as usual-- assuming, of course, that the conductor hadn't fled by now.
It was impossible to rid his mind completely of thoughts of Mother, however, not that he had wanted to anyway. As he found himself a nice seat by the window and looked out to watch the continuing chaos outside, he couldn't help but think of all the things he wanted to tell her. Everything that he had seen and heard, all the people he had met... well, she probably had a good idea of them all anyway, and he could hardly be a chatterbox around her when there was work to be done, but just being able to talk to her, know that she was listening and, if he was lucky, saying things back.... So many things that others would take for granted, that was what he wanted, and he would do anything to achieve it.
"They look like chocobos running around with their heads chopped off, wouldn't you say?" he asked his brother in an amused tone, voice giving no indication of his thoughts. He may very well resort to endless chattering now just to keep himself from bursting in anticipation. He could contain himself, but still... it was hard. Maybe he should find something else to entertain himself then, if only so he could spare poor Yazoo's ears.
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He did his best to quiet any nagging doubts about whether or not Mother would approve of them as he boarded the train, unimpeded by any fool that might ask he or his brother for a ticket. Apparently the little display of power earlier had been enough to make sure that they got a free ride on the rickety old thing, and Kadaj sincerely hoped they'd be wise enough to continue running the train as usual-- assuming, of course, that the conductor hadn't fled by now.
It was impossible to rid his mind completely of thoughts of Mother, however, not that he had wanted to anyway. As he found himself a nice seat by the window and looked out to watch the continuing chaos outside, he couldn't help but think of all the things he wanted to tell her. Everything that he had seen and heard, all the people he had met... well, she probably had a good idea of them all anyway, and he could hardly be a chatterbox around her when there was work to be done, but just being able to talk to her, know that she was listening and, if he was lucky, saying things back.... So many things that others would take for granted, that was what he wanted, and he would do anything to achieve it.
"They look like chocobos running around with their heads chopped off, wouldn't you say?" he asked his brother in an amused tone, voice giving no indication of his thoughts. He may very well resort to endless chattering now just to keep himself from bursting in anticipation. He could contain himself, but still... it was hard. Maybe he should find something else to entertain himself then, if only so he could spare poor Yazoo's ears.