Grey [Snowpiercer]

Higher. Faster. Quieter. Other hand, Grey. Do it, again, faster. Get up. Stay up. Never give up, not even if it means your life. When the time comes ....

Grey wipes the sweat from his eyes and looks up at the ceiling of the part of the car they've cordoned off for training. He's tired, boneweary, and hungry, but at least his bones have stopped aching - growing pains, he was told they were. He just needs, he tells himself, to do one more. He's the fastest, the most agile, the quietest, but even if he weren't mute, it would be hard to be louder than Edgar, who's always somewhere, always with something to say.

He readies himself then sprints, leaping to the top of a box with one foot, using it to leverage himself to the rafters of the car, then he swings, landing on the metal pilings with barely a whoomph of displaced air. The ball is tossed across the floor and he flings himself down, scooping it up with his right hand, throwing it with his left; it hits the window of the door just as it should before he lands in a crouch. Next time, they'll practice with the knife.

He looks to Gilliam from where he's perched. Did he do all right?