Absence of the familiar.
Thirty-two feet per second per second.
How do you breathe in freefall?
"Through genetically developed gills" goes the 'whuffo' joke.
I wasn't laughing.
Mother Earth came to greet me and I shook her.
"Leonardo also tried to fly, but he, too, failed."
Even after all these years Durandal's perceptiveness still rankled me.
"What?" I said startled from my daydream.
"Da Vinci! Leonardo Da Vinci! You were daydreaming again."
My dreams were becoming more vivid now.
They say time is a great healer of wounds.
But all it does for me is open them.
How many battles had I fought... and won?
The Jjaro have a saying: "Whatever you say, say nothing clearly."
Lies, damn lies, and the Jjaro.
But as Durandal constantly reminds me: "Truth is the first casualty of war"