Tobias told me to figure out what this simulation means. He was right; it isn’t about the birds. It’s about control. Wings flap next to my ear, and the crow’s talon s dig into my shoulder. This time, I do not hit the bird as hard as I can. I crouch, listening to the thunder of wings behind me, and run my hand through the grass, just above the ground. What combats powerlessness? Power.
It was something that came very naturally to Shai and I. We have lots of similarities, but we also have enough differences which creates fire. When two people are the same it doesn’t do well for chemistry.