She sees the light ahead of them before any of her crew, a gathering near the ceiling of the Neath and then an arc downwards into the black waters of the zee. She throws her arm before her eyes, and is still left blinking spots out of her gaze.
"What was that?" a crewmember calls out in alarm.
"I don't know," she replies, "but we're checking it out."
There's murmurs, but her crew do as commanded.
There's a few people sending her questioning or outright resentful looks. Most are ignoring the two women, though, too wrapped up in their own despair.
Kim tones it down, keeps her smiles to herself, but brings Lian a bit closer, now somewhat concerned.
She... Will try to be less noticeable in general.
The extra attention fades, and the train moves on.
Yeah, even if she wasn’t human Kim would’ve still noticed her.
“How did your father get up to meet your mother?”
"I never actually heard that part. Don't know much about him, period. A name, a general description, what my sister knew about him..."
"Not a lot to go on, but it is a start." Kim isn't good at hiding her emotions, and so is noticeably uncomfortable the closer they get to Hell. However, she has melted a little into Lillian's side.
Slowly but surely they inch closer to Hell, the air inside the cabin growing ever dimmer and smokier and heavy in a way that might be purely psychological. Kim's ears pop at multiple points. It takes Lillian an active effort not to make her surroundings more comfortable for the people around her, but she restrains herself.
Eventually the train comes to a shuddering stop, and people begin to murmur.
"Haven't either. I'm... Not sure where to go from here."
People are starting to file off, but the wave of departures hasn't reached them yet beyond a half-hearted attempt to form a line by the passengers. Lillian seems content to wait for last.
Kim is happy to wait as well, taking stock of herself. With a deep breath, she re-centres, and feels a little more sure.
“We’ll have to start somewhere a lot of people gather, and start asking after him. We’ll have to be discreet, as much as we can, what with me having a soul and you glowing.”
"All right. Here we go." Kim tightens her grip on Lillian's hand, and follows the line outside.
She comes along.
It's hard to see anything at first - the smoke's dense and heavy and worms its way into your eyes and throat, and Lillian starts faking a cough after noticing others having trouble breathing. There's people tightly packed, and -
Possibly exits, over there. Most of the people are being encouraged to form into lines, filing into dim rooms, but there's an official-looking desk beside some doors that aren't being used.
Kim measures her breathing, trying to take in as little smog as possible, and makes her way to one of the exits.
Lillian, fortunately, is only pretending to breathe.
Someone meets them shortly before they get to an exit. A male devil, dapper, in a cleanly pressed suit, golden eyes amused and evaluating. "So what might you two be doing here, hm? Not often we get the ensouled."
"We're looking for someone." Kim's voice is steel, this isn't a woman who can be charmed out of her soul.
"Oh? Who would that be? The damned aren't supposed to contact the living, you know," he says, smirking.
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