It's like the feeling of weightlessness. I feel like there's possibility instead of a dead end.
[ His whole life has been scraping by to survive. No one bothered as much to get inside his personal headspace. Well, besides Quatre and Cathy. But Catherine was more like a sister, if she was to fit into a mold. With the other pilot, there's already a foundational understanding. And lately, a strange tension that leaves him reeling and at a loss for words.
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[ His whole life has been scraping by to survive. No one bothered as much to get inside his personal headspace. Well, besides Quatre and Cathy. But Catherine was more like a sister, if she was to fit into a mold. With the other pilot, there's already a foundational understanding. And lately, a strange tension that leaves him reeling and at a loss for words.
In a good way. ]