"Why do you need to know about the black water?"
"For my—for the flying thing."
"That makes it fly?"
"Yes, Nedra."
"You want to fly away again?"
"I want to fly, though perhaps not far away. Perhaps that can't be done—not far."
"You wish to fly above the lands of the Degraded?"
"Perhaps."
"Then I will kill you."
"No," he said, "you won't. You must understand this, Nedra. As it is your nature to love, it is my nature to fly."