>>5189132You roll onto the Pilot's floor with all the confidence a young man in a wheelchair could afford. The same familiar hallways were just as empty as normal, you hadn't exactly called ahead. So expecting a hero's welcome might have been a stretch, but to be truthful you were glad no one was around. The idea of a bombardment of questions and pleas for information was a fight you wished to avoid. Especially after your encounter with Katerina. The girl wiggled her way back into your thoughts like a worm, so much was happening. You knew you'd have to settle the argument. Sooner was better than later. You had a few friends to check in on and also your promise to your tethered friend. Taking a deep breath you let it hiss through your nostrils. Exhausting plume of weariness and hesitation.
You were tempted to walk, but were starting to enjoy driving the wheelchair around. You grin letting out a series of honks as you wheel yourself down the hallways. It was still early, so you decided to find Katerina. You spot a few odd staff members on your journey, but no other pilots. Well that is until you struggle to turn a corner. You felt like a tank stuck in mud, you had yet to master the controls fully. But as you fumble with the wheels you spot a duo. The two other Beta pilots, both froze as they noticed who you were. You didn't know the names of the two small candidates, they looked similar to Anastasia and Yuliya. But the other girl was clearly mixed with a foreigner, the boy looked Eskarrian. Both of them had dark hair. You wave them over, unwilling to shout down the hallway.
The way their wide eyes stared down the hallway at you, it made you question if they were gonna try and flee from you. Like prey caught in the glare of a predator. But they approach anyway, by the time you manage to turn the wheelchair they stand around you. Just as small and child-like as Anastasia, a lot of their features were shared. "Howdy guys." You cut the awkward air, the bond you shared was faint. But it couldn't help making you feel calm in their presence, almost as if Anastasia was right there with you. "Hello, what is it?" The girl spoke, her voice an indifferent mix of stand off and confusion. You begin to flow, explaining Anastasia had sent you to see them. Since she couldn't right now. You pass along the phrase she had shared with you. "The one legged sparrow is dancing on the graves of trepidation."
