Dias was all too aware that he was being watched by both Alphonse and Yuna for his reaction to the approaching train. It didn't exactly make him any more comfortable, but their concern was understandable; he hadn't exactly hidden the fact that while he would ride the train if he had to, he didn't like the idea, trains themselves, or anything to do with them any more than before.

And that whistle still put his teeth on edge.

He stood, arms folded, until the train had stopped in front of the platform, still belching smoke and hissing and making all other sorts of forbidding noises that did NOT, in Dias' mind, equate with anything safe to even be near, much less get into.

But they needed to move on, and Al and Yuna had assured him this was safe, despite all appearances and all instructions from his instincts...and he was tired of looking ignorant.

Dias snorted quietly through his nose as a door opened and people started filing inside. With an almost defiant glance at both Al and Yuna, he strode forward and through the door, the first of the three to board the train.

Of course, as soon as he was inside the door he stopped for a moment, causing a temporary bottleneck as he let his eyes adjust to the suddenly dimmer light, and his hand was still on his sword hilt. Just because he'd agreed to board this thing didn't mean he wasn't still suspicious of it. But once he was able to make out the details of the interior and ensure himself that there was nothing immediately dangerous to present itself, he stepped further into the train compartment, letting the grumbling people behind him filter in as well.

Dias refused to feel guilty for his precautions causing them a momentary inconvenience.