eighteen songs; voice patched through helmet microphone
[an ever-present drone of a large jet prepping its engine almost (almost) drowns out ranka's voice, small and very nervous.]
It's okay. I can do this. I'm the only one who can. I'm ready. I can do this.
[each affirmation is followed by a deep, calming breath. wherever she is and whatever "this" may be, it's gotta be big. a woman's voice cuts in on the inhale of another breath.]
Almost there, Ranka. Are you ready?
[she exhales.]
I am, Cannaria-san.
It's okay. I can do this. I'm the only one who can. I'm ready. I can do this.
[each affirmation is followed by a deep, calming breath. wherever she is and whatever "this" may be, it's gotta be big. a woman's voice cuts in on the inhale of another breath.]
Almost there, Ranka. Are you ready?
[she exhales.]
I am, Cannaria-san.