"Yeah, I know...even when you take them up with you, there's something about the fact they're just a passenger that makes them not have that feeling. Like, because they aren't controlling it, they can't fully enjoy it."

Every single one of the other cyborgs had gone flying with him at least once and they all seemed to enjoy it, but no matter how hard he tried to explain, he couldn't tell them what it felt like to do the flying. Jet had always prized his freedom and flying was the most freeing sensation he'd ever experienced. He'd spend hours going as high as he could, as far as he could, as fast as he could, wherever he wanted to go. As long as he had a snack with him, he could go for hours upon hours. The wind in his face and hair, the feeling he'd get when he'd get really high and then just turn his jets off and let himself freefall for minutes before turning them back on and catching himself.

Nothing felt like that and it seemed no one understood it if they couldn't do it themselves.

But Sam knew and that was something.

"Tell you the truth, it's nice to finally meet someone who gets it. All of it." Including the utter pain of being grounded so completely that there wasn't anything beyond a fool's hope of getting that freedom back.