He laid down again, staring up at the sky before closing his eyes with another rumbling sound. As if he were a massive cat attempting a purr.

"Sometimes I close my eyes and face the sandstorm. And imagine how the wind would feel without the bite of the sand."

Free. Wadjet wanted him to learn to fly so he could destroy. Zaid wanted to learn to fly so he could see and feel. The rush of the wind. What a cloud felt like to wing through. How it was to see the sands stretched out for miles below.

He wanted it so badly it hurt.

"If I could teach you how to swim. Do you think... you could tell me more about your metal dragons. Maybe I can learn from how they flew."