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how nice of them

[He's being sarcastic, but honestly, it's more than Wilford and his goons ever did. The irony gets lost in the shuffle.]

i dont trust any one i have never met and i know the people in charge here will never come back to talk to me or you or regular people that is never how it works is it
why do you think their collecting us
i dont think its to do work for them
feels more like their saving us for later just in case they need us
got to make sure we dont run befour then

[ Grey doesn't know. He hates not knowing, and he hates how many people he likes are fine with it. Even Will, who is otherwise among the most intelligent people he has ever known. There's no one here who galvanises a need for rebellion, like Gilliam did. There's no leader like Curtis. There's no one to follow, so Grey is left with what looks like paranoia, and a need for action that few people are ever able to give him.

Except for Archangel. He wants to take Edgar there. ]

to use us
or our powers . to make us fight
to make us " heroes "
but we cant run . theres nowhere to go
not for us .

[ There's no home to go back to. And even if there was, even if they could go back to the Train, Grey doesn't think he would. Not after knowing something so much better. ]

so we do what we always did
we go forward

[It's a page, stolen in its entirety, from Curtis' handbook. Repeating those used to make Edgar feel better, to clarify things, but not as much lately. It doesn't matter, anyway. Maybe it will come back to him if he just keeps trying.]

[ Grey sets his phone down. He doesn't like this. It feels wrong, feels false. Edgar is asking him for guidance, and he knows he has to try and give people what they need. But Grey is not good at guiding, or leading. Not for the first time, he wishes Gilliam were here. Secondarily, he wishes that Curtis were here. Going forward without them is not easy. It was hard enough when he had to do that alone. Now there's two of them, equally lost. He leans back, eyeing the phone like it's an enemy.

Finally, he lifts it again. ]

is that ok ?

im not the leader
i dont decide for you

[ You can make your own decisions, he thinks. That's what people keep telling Grey. ]

fuck do i look like a leader of any one to you mate
its always what i done so i will keep doing it
reckoned it was the same to you but i don't control shite around here

[He's not sure what to do with the idea of Grey confusing Edgar for a leader. Yeah, it's something he'd like to think himself capable of, but let's be realistic. That's not happening today, or likely ever. He's not that man.]

[He's not Curtis.]

[ It makes Grey smile. He understands. Grey is not Gilliam. Edgar is not Curtis. Both of them are used to looking to others. That only makes sense. ]

i know
its ok .

gilliam would tell me to go on
thats what i will do .

[ He'd tell him to protect Edgar, too, like he once told him to protect Curtis. Grey feels very sure of that. ]

i could use some fucking gilliam wisdom right now if any comes to mind

[Edgar has no idea what Gilliam and Grey talked about late at night, but he wagers it was more insightful than being asked what he remembers and then told to shut up and go to sleep. Not that he's envious-- he wouldn't trade his time with Curtis for the world-- but he knows the difference between Curtis' brilliance for strategy and organization and Gilliam's somber and wide-reaching intelligence.]

[ So could Grey. Thinking of Gilliam makes him terribly sad, the sort of sad that doesn't really go away. It had been sharper at first, to the point where he hadn't wanted to think about Gilliam, or home, or the Train, or any of it. Now it's more settled. He doesn't think it will leave him, but it has become easier to bear. ]

he used to tell me about the earth
this earth
he told stories about things like trees and wind and the sea

when i saw the sea here . i thought of him
i wished he could see it

this world cant go like ours did . thats what hed say .

were the stories like this
he wasnt from america was he every one sounds different here
most of them any way

we have to protect what we can

[There are too few of them to do anything real, that's what Curtis would say. And then he'd start organizing. Edgar doesn't know how to do that, but he wants to learn. He'll have to, won't he? Unless-- until?-- Curtis shows up here, he has to do his best.]

no

[ To both. The stories weren't like this, and he wasn't from America. He was from somewhere else. Even after a year in this place, Grey is no great shakes with geography. Gilliam's country could be half a world away, or it could be in the next State. He doesn't know. ]

they came from books
when his eyes were good he read them
later we remembered . he talked about cities
people who fought over a girl . people who got in a horse made of wood

mountains with fire inside
boats that found sea monsters

stories .

[ Classical stories. The kind Gilliam thought should not have been lost, and also the kind he thought would inspire. Grey can hear his voice now, retelling them. Always the same words, memorised, always whispered close to his ear so that it was private even though there was no privacy.

Grey misses that desperately. ]

his heroes always won .

do you know if they have those stories here
i would like to hear them if you don't mind i mean

[He understands the privacy of memory, though he can't explain why. That urge is what caused him to wish his mother's face into existence.]

[ This is an easy question, for once.

Of course he'd looked for Gilliam's books. ]

yes
theres a library with books . i can show you

[ Though, he can't read them aloud.

Edgar could, though, maybe. Or they could ask Will. ]

i herd of libraries
i could probably stand to get better with letters

[Which is a yes.]

will would help
or april
if you asked

[ Edgar might not want to ask, though. Grey wouldn't blame him. He hates looking ignorant here, and thanks to where he'd lived, he has to look that way quite a lot. He knows he would avoid it if he could.

Still, Will and April wouldn't be difficult about it. Grey trusts them. ]

help me learn you mean
reckon i can get along well enough on my own i have before now
i will come too them with the big words don't worry

[It was probably a bad idea to test himself with the ingredients list on the back of a can, just now.]

what books should i get

[ There are lots they could choose from. Grey wonders what Gilliam would start with. ]

there were fables
from esop

[ No. ]

aesop

but i liked greek heroes best
we could look together

we got to do it together i would fucking be lost alone
you say the word i am there

tomorrow
if you arent working

not if i can help it

[How has he not been fired.]

[ Who could beat him for experience? ]

ok tomorrow
do you like it there ?

its not bad
the people are nice most of the time and when they are not its interesting
i could do worse

[He feels like Grey can understand that sentiment better than most.]

i don't know do you like your job

[ Grey understands.

He would also hate being near those trains every day. ]

yes
i help people

[ It makes him useful. Also, the part of him that used to look after Gilliam had really missed that role in the beginning. ]

i didnt like the first one
i had to carry milk
they fired me

[Some days, Edgar gets a sick sort of satisfaction out of watching other people get on the train when he's not. Those days have been fewer and fewer lately, which coincides roughly with Edgar spending fewer days angry and confused and upset as he adjusts to this place. He's not always sure he likes his job, but he knows he doesn't hate it.]

[After all, sometimes his boss gives him some of her lunch because she's 'dieting'. Edgar hopes it's not contagious.]

you carried milk
where

[ Nowhere very far, actually. This job had not lasted long. ]

peoples houses
they leave it on the doorstep every day
thats where the milk comes from

[ Grey is clearly very knowledgeable about this sort of thing. It’s amazing that they didn’t keep him on, really. ]

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