[demino_hellsin]

Spoiler for For keeping my fiction so that only interested people have to bear with the wall of text:

The young man sighed in relief. Thankful to that warning voice that could only have come from a guardian angel. “Ah, God. Thank you for keeping an angel watch over me. I might have died back there if not for her.”, he mumbled the prayer as his teary eyes watched the heavens. Despite the fact that IS was activated for PIC to keep him from actually losing his life from any collision let alone that... but he might not have appreciated the unavoidable bruising that would follow.

“Ichika? Are you alright? You're mumbling to yourself.”, the voice from before asked him.

Trusting his ears that it was coming from his right, Ichika turned his head. He recognized the French Plait of France's representative cadet. “Oh, hi Charlotte. I'm fine.”, he turned his attention back to the track but did a double take. “Wait, what? Charlotte?”.

Almost saddened by the tone Ichika used in reaction to her presence, tears began beading up at the corner of her eyes. The smile she had initially sent his way turned from warm to deadly cold as her eyes closed to withhold whatever secrets were brewing within her.

Ichika quickly noticed the signs as he came face to face with what he liked to call, the smile from the angel of death. So he quickly amended his greeting, “I mean oh! Charlotte! It's you!”, he cried out in feigned pleasant surprise, laughing nervously at the back of his throat.

As if an evil spirit was exorcised, the air around Charlotte quickly dissipated into the norm. The curve of her lips once more pleasant instead of cryptically menacing. “

How does one continue this conversation while flying at little under mach 0.9? O.o?