Thomas watched the wings absently, his fingers edging higher and higher, feeling as much as he could. He wanted to understand. He would make more winged creatures. They would be magnificent.
"Yes, yes. Dream about. They won't dream anymore. They'll know, and then they will be happy. That will make them happy. Yes." He just laughed. He would show them. They would be happy. The children would be happy, and all the naysayers will wish that they had never naysayed.