Chapter 67
Why was I still here? I wanted to fly. I knew I could, and yet I hadn’t. Why not? It made no sense. I was built to fly. I was certain of that, even if everything else was crazy swirly. Looking down, I could see my clothes. No, not clothes, my body. I could see my body, the one I had left behind, because it was broken. It didn’t matter because it wasn’t my real body anyhow. My real body knew how to fly, and how to phase. The old body was just a human copy. I was not bound by it, nor was I bound to move across as soon as my link to it was broken, the way humans were. I was free to do as I chose. So why, then, was I still here?
My old body was still pulling at me. I vaguely remembered struggling to stay with it, but I had no idea why I would want to do that. Perhaps it was becaus
