[He finds his wings more shameful than anything. A mark of what he is, what he's done; a burden from his own lack of morals. But he can understand at least the mystery of them. Finishing his fish he brushes his gloves together before dangling his other leg over the edge of the branch. Then he slips off, wings keeping him from falling.
He doesn't usually bother with this kind of silliness. Whether he's doing it for Guy or to prove something to himself, who's to say.]
It's not as fun as flying with a machine. But it does the job.
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[He finds his wings more shameful than anything. A mark of what he is, what he's done; a burden from his own lack of morals. But he can understand at least the mystery of them. Finishing his fish he brushes his gloves together before dangling his other leg over the edge of the branch. Then he slips off, wings keeping him from falling.
He doesn't usually bother with this kind of silliness. Whether he's doing it for Guy or to prove something to himself, who's to say.]
It's not as fun as flying with a machine. But it does the job.