"Nothing ever is perfect," Chuuya says with a shrug. He pulls them lower to land lightly a short distance away from a train station in a stretch of desert. It's not where he'd want to stay, but there's the train as a better option. It will have somewhere to go and know where it's going. Also the luxury of being away from the elements and the wind.

"It is better, and so long as the world keeps turning, I'm sure women will keep making it better for themselves." He's in the mafia. That's not his job.