Er. Maybe I'll write you another one about John that's less of a downer and actually fits with the title you gave me? Yeah. I'll do that.
It's a long way down
Wendecker was an idiot. John always makes faces when Rodney says this, but it’s true. The spells wrought by the man are slip-shod, a hard death waiting to happen. If Rodney could, he’d redo John’s wings, recast them into surety instead of faith. All faith’s ever done is get people killed.
But he can’t—doesn’t have the time, the desperation, the blind determination. Doesn’t have the bone-deep need for sky shared by Wendecker and John. All he can do is perform pre-flight checks, watch from balconies, pray to a God who probably doesn’t exist that John won’t become another Icarus.