In this soup kitchen sits a nun in partial habit, sipping water and frowning at a desk. It is very irregular for adults who aren't volunteering to be at the soup kitchen. It is very irregular for expensive electronics to be in the soup kitchen. The volunteers do seem to know her; they call her "Carlotta".
"They were supposed to get a bully alone, knock him down, and threaten to kill him unless he guarded them and helped them. They made a bad choice. It should have been someone strong but easy to convince. But Achilles worked out all right. His bad leg made people pity him, which got us the best spot in line until all the other bullies went and found groups of smaller children too."
Sister Carlotta is staying with one of the soup kitchen volunteers who lives in an apartment farther above the soup kitchen. There is not actually a guest room but there is a couch Carlotta has been sleeping on, and there is an inflatable mattress for Oat. The soup kitchen volunteer has apparently given Sister Carlotta access to her non-soup kitchen and Carlotta fixes the two of them sandwiches for dinner and then declares a rather early bedtime.
Oat is tiny and malnourished, but ruthlessly determined to succeed at all costs. He passes the obstacle courses, some creatively, and the various physical fitness assessments, some barely. And there are rules about accommodating disabilities; they can't disqualify him just because he's really short. Maybe he'll grow out of it.
- then shortly after he is flown to another part of the world more amenable than Rotterdam for spaceship takeoff and put in a spaceship.
"...Well," she says, although this does not really clear up the curiosity underlying her question at all, "the work was all really easy and not very important and the other kids weren't very smart or fun to talk to and while you're in school you aren't allowed to go do other things so if you do they get mad at you."
Eventually after a long boring hungry flight they reach the station. They are introduced to their "launch mom", a fellow named Crane, who makes a joke about Bella's surname ("Swan") and seems to be trying to establish rapport, if hierarchical rapport. They are assigned a barracks, code blue yellow yellow, and are to divide the bunks amongst themselves. Bella takes a top bunk about halfway into the room that nobody else seems to have their eye on.
Bella signs on to her desk (username "Bella", password "extremely specific keysmash she couldn't reproduce as actual characters on demand if she tried"), investigates the software in a cursory manner, and then sets about introducing herself to people and learning their names now that she has a place to write everything down once she's learned it.
"Why not?" says Sindri.
"It being a mutant power would explain why I understand you but not why you're understandable."
"...I'm not sure I follow."
"If I was a telepath I would know what you were thinking but that wouldn't make the things you were thinking seem obvious and natural."
"...Do you not like understanding people?"
"I haven't done enough of it to know if I like it or not. But if it's a mutant power just making me feel like you're more understandable than anyone else, without you actually being more understandable, then that's horrible."
"What is so bad about this thing?"
"It's, it's not just a feeling that you are understandable, it's not just the fact of understanding you. The way you seem to think - fits into my head neatly. Like that is where it is supposed to go. I don't have to puzzle over it, it's just there."
"That... does sound sort of telepathic."
"I'm not explaining it right. Again."
"Uh," says Sindri, slightly alarmed.
Oat winces. "Sorry. Don't worry about it. I don't like being alive that much to begin with."
"Uh???" says Sindri.
"That was also the wrong thing to say, wasn't it. Sorry again."
"...Yes," says Sindri. "That's what I meant. And if you didn't notice it manifesting, then people can not notice when they manifest, which means that if my parents are really sure I haven't, then there's a way to tell if someone's manifested even if they didn't catch fire or grow wings."
"Or they didn't know that some mutants don't manifest obviously," says Oat.
"Or that. But my parents know a lot of things."
"You're just thinking that way because I said I might kill myself if this keeps happening," says Oat.
"...Well. Yes. Maybe," says Sindri. "But I think that's good logic. If something being true means your life is over and there's nothing you can do about it, and you don't know if it's true or not, assume it isn't."
"I don't think there's actually such a thing as something so horrible that I'd kill myself if I knew it," says Sindri. "But if there was, and if I thought it might be true, I'd try not to find out. Because if I found out it was true then I would die, but if I didn't find it out then maybe it would stop being true without me, or I'd stop feeling that way about it."
"Like, if I found out that maybe buggers were going to kidnap me and torture me for information and I actually had any information," says Bella, "then that might make me decide to kill myself if they were really going to do that, and it wouldn't help at all with the actual problem of buggers getting information to not know for sure, and I think all the things that might make me want to kill myself are like that."
I take as my charge this country and its people, and I swear none shall go hungry that my hand can feed, and none shall be killed that my hand can protect. With this oath I become a thane of Thule, servant to its ruler and friend to its people. May I never forget my duty.
"What should it feel like?" says Oat.
"It should feel like... like it's exactly the right thing," he says. "The translation says what the words mean, but it doesn't really say what the oath means, and what the oath means is definitely about helping people with more than just avoiding starvation and murder."
"Avoiding starvation and murder are good things, generally," says Oat.
"... Yes," says Sindri. "But they're not the only good things ever."
Once they have had time to pick bunks and get acquainted with the room their "mom" has them all get in uniform. (Bella asks if she's supposed to change somewhere else. Crane tells her to get over it. That wasn't what she meant, but she shrugs and changes with everybody else.) Oat's uniform is obviously cut down from a larger one. They get to eat, which everyone is delighted to do because they didn't do so before their launch. And now they are all supposed to troop to the gym, which they will have to be in on a daily basis to compensate for the low gee. They are not to be out of uniform at any time they're not in the shower, at which time they should either be actively in the water or wearing a towel. The gym is nice and cold so this shouldn't present a problem. Look at all this nice gym equipment, go exercise.
The handholds on the walls are spread out such that most children can grab two at once without a lot of trouble, although the littler kids have to stretch. Sindri can manage it with some pairs of handholds but not others; Oat has no hope. Oat, therefore, spends his time on learning how to accurately propel himself from one handhold to the next, and Sindri copies his tricks, finding them more useful to him than the official maneuvers designed for people less tiny.
Sindri and Oat don't even bother trying to cross the room. They're content to slide along this wall from handhold to handhold, occasionally rescuing each other from bare spots.