“You certainly tried your best out there today.” Eric smiles sarcastically, climbing smugly out of his fighter.

“You shot down, what, zero rebel planes?” God, he loved this. Sure, it’s cliche, but this little rivalry of yours motivated him to improve; to be stronger; an ace. Somehow, flying was a hell of a lot more fun when he flew better than you.

Then again, Eric just loved being a pilot, period. He didn’t care if it was for President Terrence or for the rebels— he’d fly for whatever side that’d help him save his own skin. He wasn’t a coward; Eric was just… logical.