(lookie here, boys. a lost bird. a lost bird who never learned ta fly)
He remembers that. Remembers how he responded.
(never to late to learn, eh?)
He believed it, then. For a few moments, before the ship touched his feet.
Now, he doesn't know what to believe. It's been years, and he's never had the need to fly again.
(but you've always been curious…)
Now he faces the yellow sun and the blue ocean below. And he flies into them.
(a lost bird who never learned ta fly)
The words echo. He dismisses them.
He flies forever.