Yeah. Everything was green. Except...the Guardians. Of all the things to not be green, and it was them. Figures. They seemed really stuck up to Amber. Overly so. It was annoying, but it's not like there was anything she could do about it. Right now, they were telling her about Marek'th's death. That was the only reason she was listening.

"Green Lantern Marek'th was a very skilled lantern. Honorable. He kept his sector - now your sector - safe and under control." As you will do. There was just that unspoken annoyance at the end of Appa Ali Apsa's sentence. He was the worst. She had an intense dislike of him the moment he spoke. "He just has that effect on everyone - it's not personal, not really…" Hal had said when she asked why Apsa hated her so much. "It is not surprising, really, that he automatically assumed the worst of you. He does so with everyone of your...demeanor." Why had she asked Sinestro? Doing that was just begging to be insulted.

"He also had many enemies. Most lanterns do. We believe his death was due to a calculated attack from one of these enemies. He was in sector 2814 assisting Green Lantern Hal Jordan relocate a colony when they received an Ungaran distress signal. Marek'th answered it, leaving Jordan continue with the relocation of Colony 221 Beta. We now know that it was in fact not an Ungaran signal, but a foreign source imitating one. We have, thus far, been unable to determine the identity of the actual sender. Until we do, it is advisable to exercise the appropriate amount of caution."

"You think that this person...or people...is a danger to me?" Were the Guardians...concerned? That was new.

"Indeed. We have noticed that when a lantern is killed by an enemy, that enemy also attempts to destroy his or her replacement, and their replacement after that, so on and so forth. While that is not certain, in this case, it most certainly cannot be disregarded as a possibility." Came Sayd's reply. Sayd was better than Apsa, at least in the aspects of friendliness, as friendly as a Guardian could get, anyway.

"That...that makes sense. Thanks. For warning me, I mean." It made a lot of sense. Too much sense.

She was still getting used to flying. Every moment she was in the air, it felt like she was going to plummet with the slightest loss of concentration. But...at least she could actually get into the air now. Originally, she had planned to walk everywhere, lest it be an absolute necessity to fly in certain situations. Flying through space? Sure. It's not like she could fall anywhere. But the moment she could see the ground, she panicked.

Amber didn't tell Hal this. Or Tomar Re, and Kilowog, not anyone. Especially not Sinestro. She couldn't imagine the mockery that would get her.

So, of course, it only made sense that it was him to find her regarding the end of the platform in front of her, with a blank expression on her face. Apparently, most of everything used by Green Lanterns and the Guardians was elevated by an average of 400 to 500 feet, sometimes more. Especially Lantern quarters, and the Guardian Citadel. It was supposedly safer and more secure to be cut off from the citizens, prevented unnecessary violence and conflict. She could see the logic in it, but it didn't stop her from hating it.

She was going to be late for training. Kilowog was gonna kill her. All because she was too afraid to fly off a 600 foot platform. So heights would literally be the death of her. She stared at the edge. Took a step forward. Took one back. Contemplated the edge again.

"What are you doing?" She whipped around and nearly stepped off the platform. Sinestro grasped her arm in a tight grip and pulled her effortlessly upright. He let go just as quickly.

"I…" Crap. "Uhh...admiring the view." It was supposed to be a statement, but came out sounding more like a question.

He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Is that so? It looked to me as if you were afraid of the edge." Her brows furrowed. Why did he have to know everything? It's like he read her like an open book.

"W-what? No, I'm not, it's just…" She trailed off. She sighed in defeat and stared down at her green feet. Green, everywhere-

"That is irrational. You have the power to fly, yet you fear of doing so." There was something in his voice, something that made her think he was trying to validate it for himself. "Fear is irrational." His tone makes her look up. It is a stubborn tone. The tone that says, to her at least, 'I'm about to do something - you won't like it, and I don't care.'.

He does. He grabs her arm again, and tugs her towards the edge. Her eyes go comically wide. "No. No. Nu-uh. Not happening."

"You'll be fine."

"No I won't!"

He sighs, but continues dragging her beside him. She resists, but it doesn't exactly do much good. He stops right at the edge, toes hanging off slightly.

"Why are you afraid of flying?"

She was staring down at the ground 600 feet below her, but now she glares straight into his eyes. "I'm not afraid of flying, I'm afraid of falling." He narrows his eyes at her, and his pointed eyebrows furrow. "There is a difference, you know."

He makes a hmmmmm kind of sound, gazing thoughtfully below them. He's still gripping her arm, though not as tightly as before. Without warning, he switches his grasp to her wrist, and tugs her into the air along side him.

She lets out a small squeak. He automatically floats in midair, but she drops suddenly, only held up by his hand. "Fly." He says, and damn him, because this just isn't right. You don't just pull people off a ledge whenever the thought strikes you. She furiously grabs at him. He sighs again, and purposefully loosens his hand around her wrist. "Fly, or I will drop you. Either way, you will fly. It is in your instincts now. You won't let yourself fall."

"Yeah?! And what happens If I do?! I die!"

"It is possible to survive a 50 kroha drop. The odds of you dying from that are minimal." Minimal. Minimal? Minimal!? Is that it?! Nonetheless, she starts to focus more on floating upwards. After a few seconds, she does, a bit gingerly.

"Good." He pulls her further away from the platform. "I am going to let go, now." He does. She wants to hate him for it, but can't quite bring herself to. She grabs at him again, but he drifts away. She follows clumsily, if one could be clumsy in midair. This goes on for a while.

Suddenly, he stops. She nearly crashes into his chest. When had they started flying so quickly? She grips his shoulders.

"Do you understand?" He asks.

"Enlighten me."

"Focus on your goal when flying. Eventually, it will become second nature."

"You sound like you have experience."

"I...do." He hesitates. "My mentor, instead of this approach, simply pushed me off. It was extremely effective." It takes everything she has not to bust out laughing. Maybe Sinestro wasn't so bad...