There was something almost soothing about being on a train. Cloud really wouldn't have been able to put it into words had he been asked but it was honestly, next to his motorcycle, his favorite mode of transportation. It was soothing, in a way, and far more peaceful than most other means. People generally tended to just stick to themselves and there were just quiet greetings and silent nods as people moved about.

Cloud loved it.

The blonde had managed to find an empty cabin and laid claim to it, seated by the window watching everything pass by. He knew the others were milling about but he hadn't sought any of them out since they'd boarded, needing to unwind after that particularly taxing job they'd gone on to help out the Turks.

Why couldn't anything ever be easy when the Turks were involved?