The pilot faces the camera, the brownish-red, rust-like flecks on his mask are dull, and largely scratched out. Hidden, is a smile of contentment.
"They call me 'Child,' or 'Carrier.'"
The pilot shrugs, before continuing.
"Can't say it doesn't fit, I have much to learn, and carry one."
"This one seems to have a... Sense of humor, so to speak."
"Decided to cause my diaphragm to spasm in front of several Liberty Navy vessels.
The pilot rolls his head and taps the lower sections of his torso, around the Xiphoid Process of the Sternum.
"Regardless, I'm now inseparable from it."
"Incubi produce Cardamine, it seems. Something that was sorely unknown to me, until embracing."
"Looks like I'm the Vagrants' eyes and ears. For now, at least."
"I'm going to love my new job."
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