[The question seems to startle a laugh out of him. Naruto isn't one for self-deprecation, even if that's what it sounds like like, and his head immediately lifts to look out at the crowds. As a shinobi he'd spent the majority of his time in fights- in close quarters combat or even on reconnaissance missions. What he knows is the inverse of Lux herself. It's straight forward out there. On the front lines there's an intimacy to combat- a personal understanding of someone's beliefs and motivations. The machinations of the ruling elite and the maneuvers of politicians aren't part of a world he's ever had much experience in.]

I'm supposed to say yes, right? Or maybe no?

[It isn't sarcasm that comes out of his mouth. Instead it's just open confusion, the blurring point of conflicting emotions and what it means to house them simultaneously. The corner of his mouth pulls into a smile. It's a little resigned, but no less true.]

It feels weird to be here when I keep thinking about what happened. People who weren't there are talking about it and asking questions.

I don't know. It feels like we're celebrating but I don't think we should be celebrating.

And even so- if we weren't, I wouldn't have the chance to see the people I met on the train- like you. To know they're okay. I guess that doesn't make much sense either'attebayo.