Not just what they're looking at, but...it is a beautiful feeling, to feel Komaeda feeling like this.
Atem doesn't remember feeling this wonder. He learned to fly alone, at night, in a crisis, so that he could find his friends who were taken by the trees...he was thinking about utility, and danger, and not much else.
This is seeing flight, a first flight, in an entirely different light. Atem feels buoyed up, like his heart is doing the same thing as his body.
It's beautiful through your eyes, he thinks, not adding in conscious words that he thinks this feeling from Komaeda is beautiful, too.
He wants to show Komaeda how to use the wind, but...in a minute. Be in the moment, first. See this through Komaeda's eyes...take joy where he can find it. A feeling like this is a rare treasure. He won't waste it.]
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It is beautiful.
Not just what they're looking at, but...it is a beautiful feeling, to feel Komaeda feeling like this.
Atem doesn't remember feeling this wonder. He learned to fly alone, at night, in a crisis, so that he could find his friends who were taken by the trees...he was thinking about utility, and danger, and not much else.
This is seeing flight, a first flight, in an entirely different light. Atem feels buoyed up, like his heart is doing the same thing as his body.
It's beautiful through your eyes, he thinks, not adding in conscious words that he thinks this feeling from Komaeda is beautiful, too.
He wants to show Komaeda how to use the wind, but...in a minute. Be in the moment, first. See this through Komaeda's eyes...take joy where he can find it. A feeling like this is a rare treasure. He won't waste it.]