Khan sat at the edge of a deep gorge surrounded by boulders of various sizes. One leg was curled to his chest, acting as a resting spot for his arm. The other hung on the hole's verge, swaying at his command.
A faint smile stood on Khan's face as he played with his leg protruding toward the gorge's depths. Most people would experience a certain thrill or simple vertigo while sitting in the same position. Yet, he could fly, so falling had lost any meaning to him. That dangerous edge was no different than a comfortable couch to him.
Eventually, Khan's attention moved to the opposite edge. A chunk of strangely solid soil rested on the vertical surface, desperately clinging to the wall to avoid falling. Some cracks had weakened its grasp, highlighting its edges, but nothing crumbled yet.
"[It's okay]," Khan said, his voice no more than a whisper. "[You can break]."
