Berserker cleared his throat. "She's with me. Now if you'll excuse us we have a train to catch" the man turned and looked up at him then swallowed hard upon seeing where the voice had come from. "I am sorry sir!", says the man as he quickly walks away. Berserker gritted his teeth annoyed by that. "Cowards are everywhere these days" he sighed. "Let's go your bags are already on. Time to board." He held out his arm for her to take knowing full well she didn't need her eyes to see.<br/><br/>Once the train had left he kept his eyes focused out of the window. Passing by great speed was a world he no longer knew. A strange place where nothing makes sense anymore. Then his mind turned to the war. War, now there was something he knew. From everything he had read in the books in Dea's storage he realized. Faces change. Banners change. Weapons change. War however would forever be war. The reminder of this constant brought a smile to Berserkers face. He was going to war.<br/><br/>Looking back into the cabin he saw Dea sitting there quietly. Deep down he knew she wasn't as fragile as she seemed but he also knew he had to protect her. It was complicated. Complicated isn't something he had to deal with in his time. He let out a big sigh and closed his eyes. "I am going to sleep. You should too. I have a feeling we'll need the rest"