Filia was so terrified of the height that actual tears were already welling up at the corners of her eyes, trembling there as if they were ready to spill at any second. Her whole body looked tense, like every muscle was locked up from fear.
And honestly, even though this helicopter was her own invention, it made perfect sense why she couldn't fly it herself. Watching her shake like a leaf up here, I finally understood why she always insisted someone else handle the controls.
Just because someone creates something doesn't automatically mean they can operate it. Filia might've been a genius, but even geniuses carried things that weighed them down—fears, habits, tiny cracks that held them back.
And Filia definitely had a whole collection of those.
She looked like she was one bad vibration away from full-on crying, clutching onto the metal bar beside her like it was the only thing keeping her alive.
"Filia, come here."
"Y-Yes, Master…" she replied, voice thin and shaky.
