>>5189580For a moment you were sure you knew what the words meant, but it slipped from your mind as smoothly as the words unable to grasp truly. The indifference was dropped and the pair seemed relieved. Probing you for additional news, you had tried to resist but that shackle you shared with her rattled in the wind and their pleading eyes made you give in. You told them she was in a bad spot, but would be receiving medical treatment and be transferred to another facility until she had recovered. The hostility that had been instilled melted away and the other pilots were polite and informal. It felt natural to call them by their names. Aiko and Arthur. The revelations felt like old news, you had already known their names. You just couldn't remember them until now.
Expressing their own remorse for the event and thankful you had survived. They apologize. For their sister's behavior and their own. The shift was surprising to you, this was the first time you had spoken to them. Well properly. But you felt as if you had known them for a while, you thought Anastasia might be sharing your experience. The same way she called to you like a siren with that song, it had struck something inside you like a hooked lure. Reeling you in easily. Now were you doing the same to her? You were unsure. But couldn't deny your attitude had warped, the overwhelming fear and anxiety of interaction was gone. The emotions you felt a surrogate for Anastasia. Aiko and Arthur share with you their own progress in linking.
Both were taking their time with Prince classes, a burden had been laid on them after their sister's accident. Even the staff were hesitant to push them to link faster, but they were both doing well. They were clearly missing their ringleader. Half way towards Katerina's room you go your separate ways, the beta pilots leave you with smiles. You couldn't help sharing their happiness; you were unsure if it was your own or Anastasia's. You said your farewells and continued, the short and jovial meeting revitalized you. Enough so that as you came to a halt outside of Katerina's door you didn't feel an ounce of worry. A smile painted your face. "Who is it?" The girl asks through the door, the tone in her voice one of caution and confusion. You roll your eyes even though no one could see you doing the act.
