We had been driving for a few hours (I say we, but it was Carlina apparently I'm not to be trusted with driving, so I've never done it and roads looked to have some kind of rules I didn't follow, I still should have been allowed to give it a shot!). It occurred to me we hadn't taken a train. Now certainly we were driving a car down there, and perhaps trains don't have a spot for cars like they used to for horses (because as things change they become less convenient this is true and you know it in your heart to be so!) But it was strange it wasn't even in the discussion to take a train, so I broke up the scintillating no conversation to ask why we weren't doing this the easy way.
"Why didn't we take a train?" Carlina didn't even look over, I mean on one hand I could appreciate her focus on the driving (there were other cars we were driving near and I would hate to collide with one, but still you could at least cast a casual glance in my direction to acknowledge I said something!).
"You have good luck with trains? I've heard the opposite." True last time I was coming this way I was blown off the train by a cult of weirdos, but you know that was just fate trying to tell me to go home!
"Well its a lot easier on my ass than these seats, when we had horse drawn carriages they used to have shocks to absorb some of the road, this car appears not to have anything."
"Comfort was not essential to our mission Mr. Lorentino, perhaps you should learn to accept that." Carlina was a fount of helpful advice like this.
"You still didn't answer my question."
"Trains don't run to the divide anymore, there was a massacre there a couple years back, people trying to run from the conflict, got to the divide, got shot up, so they stopped sending trains that way."
"Well that makes this whole mission sound easier." I sat in my seat a bit more dejected, I hadn't even thought about what they would do if they shot us before I could even try and talk my way in, and I had no idea how Carlina thought she would get all of our supplies past their gun lines (boats were out they guarded the ghost zealously). Carlina did not seem fazed by this thus is the dangerousness of zealots who always trust their cause is just.
"If it was easy, it wouldn't be worth doing." It was the last word on the topic and it didn't make me feel any better, if anything it made me feel worse! So many things are easy that are worth doing, like ripping off stupid people or sleeping with loose women! Only idiots think difficulty has anything to do with legitimacy!
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