Michael nodded as Ryan spoke about not really needing flying lessons anymore. It was a bunch of bull but he could see the rationalization in the face of nearly dying. Ryan needed to live much more than he needed to fly but he needed to make the young man understand that his safety now depended on him learning to utilize the abilities he'd been granted at birth. It was only made more difficult by the fact that Ryan is so sweet and polite. Michael didn't want to scare him, and the truth here was a scary bitch.<br/><br/>"You know I can't let you stop lessons Ryan." He says gently. "You were, exceptionally brave in the light of what happened. I understand wanting to distance yourself from the things that put you in danger, but it won't help you. You need to know how to fly away to safety, and how to put your abilities to good use." He hopes Ryan will agree with him, but he knows he will have to point something out to the young man. "Before no one knew you existed, and that offered you protection. You don't have that luxury anymore though. Let me help you Ryan." He pleads gently.