He looked into the abyss. It was a throat of twisted metal and steam, miles deep. Most people spent their lives looking up at the spires, dreaming of the sun. Elias only cared about the shadows. "Then I’m changing direction," he said. He stepped off the ledge.
"She is lost," the drone insisted. "Gravity is a one-way street, Elias."
"I know," he said, the weight of the miles above them finally feeling light. "I told you. Wherever you go, "