Hey, let me ask you: “Do you think Icarus was afraid when he fell?”

Your eyes are heavy with sleep, but you open them a little to look at me. “Afraid? Of what?”

Well of course you couldn’t understand it, that fear that you flew too high and took too much that you didn’t deserve. “Of falling, I guess.”

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