[He'd once described it to Oscar, who wanted to learn how to do what he did, as searching for the spark that felt foreign in his soul, bright like a star against the night sky. But Break's question has him realize that the man thinks he has always been able to turn into a bird. At this point, he only has one last secret to keep, and so this doesn't feel uncomfortable to fill him in on, especially under the circumstances.]

Oh, I wasn't always able to. That magic was kind of a gift, around the time I was about eighteen or nineteen. I had to learn how to use it just like I learned how to use my Aura. You should've seen me trying to fly the first few times, it was a disaster.

[He lets out a little huff of amusement, shaking his head, although it can't be seen.]

...But that's more or less it, yeah. I just...reach for that bit of magic in me, remembering how it feels, and then I've got wings and talons and a beak instead of arms and legs. And when I want to go back, I just reverse that. Kind of like opening a drawer and then closing it again when you're done with it, if that makes sense.