Same old trip it was back then
Try to see it once my way
Have I run too far to get home?
Oscar runs down the long corridors of the hangar. Behind him and ahead of him white walls stretch far, extending into an unimaginable distance, above him flickers the cold, hospital-like light of the lamps. He doesn't look at his feet. Left, left, right, and toward the elevator shaft — a memorized route, as usual and familiar to him, now living within these walls for eight years. It wasn't for nothing that Mark brought him here from sunny Australia all those years ago.
Suddenly, he tumbles to the floor, having collided with something small and nimble as a tiny hurricane. He lies there for a few seconds, breathing heavily. This is definitely going to ruin his excellent synchronization results — what a nuisance.
P and Lily lean over Oscar, as if they aren't the ones wandering the hangar unsupervised, but rather Oscar is the one who treacherously disturbed their peace.
"And what are you doing here?" Oscar blurts out indignantly, rubbing his bruised leg.
"Dad is turned off, Max is resting, Mom flew away, I'm in charge," P rattles off. She's already learned to act like a boss somewhere.
"Got it, got it. But I'm still calling Major Vettel."
Limping, Oscar continues on his way. The girls watch him go, and it makes him feel terribly uneasy. Yet another reminder that they aren't ordinary people here, but parts of a single mechanism for fighting the Angels.
Oscar is a slightly more important cog.
Logan was an important cog too, until he was deemed unpromising when it came to piloting Eva.
Finally, Oscar reaches the hangar where Logan stands. A remarkably beautiful Eva was built from him, with a blue-and-white livery and bright red stripes on the front upper panel, in the colors of the American flag. If Logan could see himself in a mirror, Oscar thinks, he'd like what he saw.
Hugging the steel limb of a twenty-meter robot's body is stupid, but Oscar does it anyway. On Logan's visor panel, a phrase lights up — one Oscar would so love to hear again in Logan's own voice.
"Hello, old friend," he whispers to himself.
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