[He leaves it as long as he can. He lets them fall as long as possible -- savoring this feeling. The only choice he'd ever known, for so long. Whether or not he would choose to let himself fall.]
[... Or whether or not he would fly.]
[It's not a sharp, sudden stop, like it would be, if he were doing this alone. He shifts, slowly extending his wings until the plummeting dive turns into more of a shallow arc. Only then does he kick his thrusters back on again.]
[And only then does he take them up out of the dive, into a spiral, casting long, quick shadows over the ground.]
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[... Or whether or not he would fly.]
[It's not a sharp, sudden stop, like it would be, if he were doing this alone. He shifts, slowly extending his wings until the plummeting dive turns into more of a shallow arc. Only then does he kick his thrusters back on again.]
[And only then does he take them up out of the dive, into a spiral, casting long, quick shadows over the ground.]