"Is this what its come to?" the voice spoke. "These are the kind of people that will be pilots in the FIghter Corps?" he was thinking outloud, reflecting on the legends of the past that had been in this very situation.
"You're just a boy." the voice spoke again, this time with the subtlest hint of a man that cared. "Why do you want to fight for us? You would be dedicating your life to our cause." he paused for a moment to let that sink in before continuing. "What makes you think you have what it takes to join us?" he said, now waiting for the answer.
