Angel's Descent
"Birds fly...because they want to."
The angel-esque young man before me appeared a little stunned by my answer. He froze in mid-air, somehow still levitating even though his wings had stopped flapping. After a while, he finally came back to his senses.
"Birds fly because they want to...what an interesting answer," he remarked. "I expected you to say something about them having wings, or the fact that they needed to search for food, but...looks likes I was right after all. You are indeed special."
"Special? Nah," I scoffed. "I'm just saying whatever fits in line with my own philosophy. Birds fly because they want to - and I am the same. Call it selfish. Call it immature. But in order to achieve the goal that I want, I am willing to do whatever it takes."