...isn't that normal, though? [It's hard to speak gently when they're flying through the air, though thankfully the birds have found a quiet spot above the sturdier gusts to glide through. At least he doesn't have to shout.] Everyone always wonders if someone else would be better suited for their role. In the end though, it doesn't matter if someone is; you're the one who has your quirk, right? It's impossible for you to use it improperly, it's yours.
Of course, but so does everybody; even people who are thousands of years old still have potential. Potential isn't a finishing line, it's a friend that grows alongside you! Don't you think?
[Oh, and there are the ruins. Sorey nudges his bird to circle around and glide toward a flat plain nearby for safe landing.]
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[Oh, and there are the ruins. Sorey nudges his bird to circle around and glide toward a flat plain nearby for safe landing.]