He pondered the day's events, and wondered why he had bothered. He didn't feel exhilirated. He didn't feel the master of the elements, the brave hero who had challenged nature and won. He felt like a fool who had wasted a perfectly good Sunday. He had only experienced joy at one point in his life - just enough so that he knew what he was missing out on for the rest of his life. When he was a toddler, his father used to throw him in the air and catch him. He loved that falling sensation. He had tried to recapture that sensation over and over again through the years. As a kid he had found out that roller coasters were too controlled, as a teen he had discovered that diving into a swimming pool held no thrill, and as an adult he had been disappointed with the slow and easy fall which had come with parachuting.
Savash rolled on his side and stared down at the harsh rock below him and wondered. It was such a long drop. Such a long fall... Who would miss him? No-one.