>>5177141"Thank you… For saving me" The dual words came out in both voices. Closing the box you rest it on your lap, fingers trace the grooves as you nod before offering a reply. "You're welcome. I just did what I could." You sat with the broken girl, worrying if you were sharing thoughts with her. You were unsure. You could feel her, the dull resonating pain. The medication keeps the worst at bay. She was a speckle within your mind, maybe you were psionic. But you didn't think so, you couldn't read her mind and you think she might have said something if she could read your own. You knew it was to do with the Veil. The secret system that bound all Phobos, the hidden connections.
"I can't die. Not yet, I can't leave them alone." The small girl declared boldly, cutting through your thoughts. "Because of your siblings… I can understand that." You reply, still unsure of everything. "We are the same, Theta and Beta. We aren't like the others. We have no home to go back to, this is our existence. We were made for this. What good am I like this?" She spoke, your ears strain to hear both voices together as each struggled. "I'm as good as dead." She states flatly. You could understand the pessimism, you still had all your limbs and we're relatively unhurt. Well when compared to the clone failure, you tried to reassure her. "Things can always get better, you can still pilot. Technology has come a long way." You speak kindly with a tender tone, it isn't that different from your normal way.
"So, I'm not insane? Or are you just telepathic?" Her curt and slightly annoyed reply left you a little stunned. She thought you might not be real. You tried your best to explain, the words leaving you even more unsure. "I'm pretty sure I'm not a psychic or a psionic or whatever… This is very new to me too, but I believe. Well I know it is because I crossed the void. I broke the veil. The one between our minds, the link of the Phobos. So it seems we've made a connection or something. A link…" The girl was silent for a long time. Long enough for you to question your own sanity, it grew worse as the seconds ticked by. You began to sweat, praying she'd reply. Reinforce your thoughts, deny the chance of insanity. The complexity of your emotions were overbearing. "I met your Progenitor, she came to check on you. I like her." You added to the air. Hoping it would coax the girl into replying. "Mama- I mean my benefactor. She was here?" You felt relief flood through you. Praying you weren't mad. "Yeah, she rushed down here apparently." You reply. The room grew silent again. "So… Have we buried the hatchet?" You ask the room, a little embarrassed to look at the wounded girl. "Maybe, for now." The girl replies quickly.
>What do you do, Pilot?>What do you say? Write in.>Talk with Anastasia?Write in?>Return to your room?>Sit in silence?>Explore the rest of the Ward?>Do something else? Write in 