"I appreciate it," drily, but once they're in the air his demeanor changes to one of pure exhilaration. It is like riding in that it feels almost impossible, a miracle that someone from a world so earthbound could soar.
It must be how it feels to be a wild animal, unyoked from the knowledge of past and present. How could a person fly and still worry about dying alone in a land he hates? How could this fierce wonder coexist with self-loathing (all right, he knows that answer very well, but in the air it's somehow rhetorical)?
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Date: 2023-10-09 08:29 pm (UTC)It must be how it feels to be a wild animal, unyoked from the knowledge of past and present. How could a person fly and still worry about dying alone in a land he hates? How could this fierce wonder coexist with self-loathing (all right, he knows that answer very well, but in the air it's somehow rhetorical)?