Grey stares at Thomas. So they weren't really outside? With his expression still questioning, he draws a circle around the maze Thomas has sketched, and looks up at him. Is this right? They were in a bubble?
It sends a thread of discomfort though Grey, because it reminds him of the Train. A whole world enclosed inside one place. After a moment, he takes his knife again, and sketches out something different. A line, a long line, split into a number of elongated rectangles. Inside them all, he writes words. One one end is 'Engine', and on the other is 'Tail'. Between them, he writes other things, things he had only learned by moving through them. 'Jail'. 'Food'. 'Fish'. 'Zoo'. 'School'. And so on. All the different parts of the world that the Train had saved. He points at Thomas' maze, and then at the Train, and he shrugs. Are they really so different, in the end? He's not so sure. ]
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Grey stares at Thomas. So they weren't really outside? With his expression still questioning, he draws a circle around the maze Thomas has sketched, and looks up at him. Is this right? They were in a bubble?
It sends a thread of discomfort though Grey, because it reminds him of the Train. A whole world enclosed inside one place. After a moment, he takes his knife again, and sketches out something different. A line, a long line, split into a number of elongated rectangles. Inside them all, he writes words. One one end is 'Engine', and on the other is 'Tail'. Between them, he writes other things, things he had only learned by moving through them. 'Jail'. 'Food'. 'Fish'. 'Zoo'. 'School'. And so on. All the different parts of the world that the Train had saved. He points at Thomas' maze, and then at the Train, and he shrugs. Are they really so different, in the end? He's not so sure. ]