[ As if he would be so petty! ...he might be so petty, but it was not a premeditated retaliation, just Ryoji deciding that the exit is open --> he can fly --> why not fly to the exit?
In his case, whenever he'd wanted to be somewhere, he would just be there- instantaneously, fading in and out of the shadows of the world as if they were all connected. Flying was never a thing he did for fun- such a thought had never crossed his mind- but instead it was just a way of pulling himself out of trouble, or to hover ominously in front of people who need to be told a doomsday story to.
But this is fun, carrying another person with him and squeezing her tight in his arms, listening to her scream and Ryoji laughs in response. Because it's fun, isn't it? An experience most people don't get, for her and for him, and the one thing Ryoji is here in this world for is to gather all those experiences he otherwise wouldn't be able to do.
It's a short ride, though, and he slows when he finally reaches the mouth of the well, the light bright and harsh in comparison to the depths of the well, so he can brush aside the broken shards of ice and step up onto the edge of the well as if they'd done nothing more than climb an invisible step ladder. ]
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In his case, whenever he'd wanted to be somewhere, he would just be there- instantaneously, fading in and out of the shadows of the world as if they were all connected. Flying was never a thing he did for fun- such a thought had never crossed his mind- but instead it was just a way of pulling himself out of trouble, or to hover ominously in front of people who need to be told a doomsday story to.
But this is fun, carrying another person with him and squeezing her tight in his arms, listening to her scream and Ryoji laughs in response. Because it's fun, isn't it? An experience most people don't get, for her and for him, and the one thing Ryoji is here in this world for is to gather all those experiences he otherwise wouldn't be able to do.
It's a short ride, though, and he slows when he finally reaches the mouth of the well, the light bright and harsh in comparison to the depths of the well, so he can brush aside the broken shards of ice and step up onto the edge of the well as if they'd done nothing more than climb an invisible step ladder. ]