[No comment as she talks, busy watching where it all goes. Trying to see what makes that work - he heard her just fine. But... how?
What is it about this thing that makes it do that? How? He understands it, and yet... he doesn't understand a thing. He couldn't build one from this lesson alone...]
...
[He sighs at that last bit, shifting his weight.]
I used to fly.
[She might, if she's heard that tone of voice before, recognize it as the wistful, dark bitterness of someone who's had his wings ripped right off his back and shattered into a million pieces in front of him.]
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What is it about this thing that makes it do that? How? He understands it, and yet... he doesn't understand a thing. He couldn't build one from this lesson alone...]
...
[He sighs at that last bit, shifting his weight.]
I used to fly.
[She might, if she's heard that tone of voice before, recognize it as the wistful, dark bitterness of someone who's had his wings ripped right off his back and shattered into a million pieces in front of him.]