"No that...makes sense." Honestly, it was the easiest thing he could relate to out of all of this. "We can't control what luck we're born with, where our origins leave us--" Or where the actions of others would direct their fates. But that's a thought that Kazuma swallows. He didn't want to sully this, not with that sour note of his own past.

"Uh...Manabu?" In his musings, he's turned back to look at the expanse of space before them. "Why does this train of yours have what appear to be canons on it?"

They may be more refined than those he was familiar with, but he could recognize a piece of artillery when he saw it. He just didn't understand why a train, let alone one in space, would need one.