“ R-Raz, Razputin are you sure this is even safe?! “
He was staring down at the dashboard, and then trying to peer at the
nose of the get through the cockpit. If the challenge for this world was
getting a flight license, try flying in general where he came from.
Attempts were made, blueprints were drawn, but unless you were a
shapeshifter who could transform into a bird, you could forget about
being a pilot. All those things existed in fantasy and fiction books for
him.
“ Look, this may sound like a fun idea and all, but
I’ve seen people attempt to fly things before and it hasn’t worked.
I’m not sure m-my parents would be okay with me being in one of
these things if it risked our safety... “
He’s trying to wiggle out of this. He didn’t have confidence that he
could fly this thing. Honestly, how could he trust that someone two
years younger than him could?