I do not pretend to judge.  My visits have nothing to do with vengeance.  What I do, I do because I must! I act in self defense.

Watching the man’s kick land with a resounding 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙘𝙠, Nexus gave a slight nod of respect. Whoever the stranger was, he obviously knew how to handle himself. “Don’t mind me, friend. Just passing through, enjoying nature.”

Witnessing the carnage before him, Nexus felt himself sinking into melancholic introspection. He was saddened; not by the violence itself, but by the realization that it didn’t phase him. An unspoken question echoed in his mind: 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺?

𝘙𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.

𝘗𝘖𝘝: 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘵-𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴

Flying is addictive. It’s also windy, loud, and INTENSE. The cowl and goggles help with that. The adrenaline dump is indescribable; every sense amplified, every image seared into your memory. The detail and beauty you notice is like the most vivid image or movie you've ever seen.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚔 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝: “𝙳𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢, 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐.”