Archimedes was the best and brightest. She learned mathematics from Hermann, biology from Newt, and even got Herc to explain combat tactics after enough badgering. But even she could be hurt.
Hermann had begun instructing Archimedes on the study of motion and aerodynamics that she grew despondent. It was weeks before Hermann found himself at his chalkboard, with Archimedes (still small enough to fit inside) butting up against his back, and sorrow and despair assaulting his mind. Archimedes had picked up Hermann’s childhood dream of flying, and she had viewed her inability to take to the air as a failure on her part. She could have been BETTER. She could have been what Hermann wanted. All of what she learned couldn’t be of any use if she couldn’t make Hermann happy.
Quick-ish sketch before bed. Because Hermann and Archimedes are the cutest.
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