"No," he answers automatically, without thinking about it. A moment after he says it though, he actually thinks about it, his eyes losing focus as he shifts his attention inwards at what in the world he's actually feeling right now. He's put so much effort into crushing down the utterly useless desire to try to leave this island while he's in the past. Trying to pick out anything past that is uh hard.

"I don't... think so?" he murmurs, glancing over his shoulder to check for the eyes he's realizing he can definitely feel on his back. Luka had said he felt something coming closer, and his skin prickles all at once as he realizes he can actually feel the exact same thing. Whatever it is, it feels bad. It feels like a thing he doesn't want anywhere near any of them, especially not the princess.

He moves suddenly forward, shifting his hands as if to wave the two of them along, trying to nudge them deeper into the train.

"No, you're right," he says urgently. "I can feel it, uh, I think we should stick together. And move before it finds us."