"Sure, but that's because he's not very bright, not because there's anything inherently wrong with wanting to fly."

"Yeah, I get that," says the glowing little boy with flight powers.

"And people tell this story and say that's because he was too proud, he wanted to defy the laws of nature, or the gods, no one tells this story to give a lesson about the uses of wax as glue."

"He would've been fine if he listened to his  uncle!"

"I know but that's not the point."

"Hey, Sadde, don't you have to be somewhere later?"

"Ummm yeah but it's only in the afternoon."

"Hmm, wish we had brought a watch."

"Aren't you like super fast? Can't you go topside and find out?"

"It's nine."

"...that was fast."

"I'm faster then nearly anything ever."

"What's your top speed?"

"Haven't found it yet."

"Why not?"

"Because we're that fast."

"...you're so fast you decided not to try to measure it?"

"I'm sure Mum has at some point."

"And you were never curious to find out?"

"We were busy!"

"Fighting other superpowered kids in another country, yes, I heard."

"For justice!"

"For sandcastles."

"Hey, it was a glass castle when they smashed it!"

"You could've made another, you're not gonna run out of sand." He grabs some from the bottom and lets it fall for emphasis.