Foxtrot gets up, looking over to make sure he doesn't interrupt Tinder's rest. "I'm alright Broadshield, thanks. Had a lot of weird dreams; I'm guessing my memories are still sorting themselves out." Making sure he puts his things away he approaches the door, "I'm going to use the restroom. Probably stretch my legs a bit and get some fresh air. Why not get some rest? You look like you could use a few Zs." The unicorn opens the door and steps through into the hallway. "I'll be back in a bit." Closing the door he begins to make his way to the caboose of the train.

Foxtrot exits the last section of the train, and climbs outside to sit on the roof. Taking a deep breath he looks up at the early morning sky, stars dotting the deep blue abyss of the night. After a few minutes in silence, he hears a set of hoofsteps, and looks over his shoulder to see who it is. Spotting a pegasus wearing glasses he turns back to observing the sky. "I should've expected you would take this trip. Still making sure I don't bail on our deal?"

"That, and because I have to go there eventually." Samiel says as he approaches the unicorn and sits next to him. "I see you have a plan of attack."

"Kind of." Foxtrot replies. "I gotta make sure everything goes as planned. And knowing me, things won't go as planned at all." He glances over to Samiel, "Wanna join in? We could use all the help we can get."

Samiel pauses for a moment before answering, "I'll consider it. To be honest I'm surprised your asking at all. I read the papers you gave me; what The 26 has done, how they used us for their gain, even what happened after Calais. Foxtrot, I'm assuming you read everything as well. Are you aware of..." He trails off, not knowing how to really conclude the sentence.

"You sent people to kill me." The unicorn blatantly answers. "They scouted my unit, led us to a changeling hive, and got everyone except me killed." He takes a deep breath as he remembers those events, "I wasn't killed, but I certainly lost a life. All my soldiers, my friends, all dead. I lost my magic, my sanity, my job... everything. I almost finished myself off; you almost succeeded Samiel, almost."

Samiel's wings flutter as he hears the outcome of his orders, "I see things haven't gone well for you either. So why aren't you striking me down right now? After all I've done to you?"

Foxtrot looks over to the pegasus, "Because I'm not any better. I was a tool for war; flooded an entire village, killed so many innocents just to finish the job. The universe works in mysterious ways, but there is always a balance; an equal and opposite reaction to what we do. Sam, I'm tired of killing, of war, of senseless bloodshed. Oddly enough I recently discovered how proficient I am at it. The 26 uses this to make a profit, and because of it, they will be brought to justice. As for you... As far as I'm concerned, were even. We're both just two ponies doing what we thought was the right thing, when in reality we were being played. We actually destroyed each other's lives without ever meeting face to face. So now it's up to you, where do you think we stand in all of this?"

Samiel looks up at the starry sky as a moment of silence surrounds them, the wind being the only noise in their ears. "I still want you dead Foxtrot; although not as much as before, and not enough to follow through with it. I assumed you were dead for a time, I meditated for a while and moved on. I have bigger things in the works that require my full attention."

Foxtrot chuckles, "Oh yeah, that telescope thing. How's it going along?"

"How did..." Samiel cuts himself off, the answer already popping up in his head. After adjusting his glasses the pegasus gets up and begins walking back to the entrance. "Nevermind. Although I may not join you, Agent 04, I do wish you luck; you all need it."

Foxtrot looks back up at the sky for a little longer, memories both old and new still playing across his vision. Without a word, the unicorn gets back up, and returns to the booth to meet back with the others.