The neon hum of the "Aether & Ore" tavern was the only thing louder than Jax’s nerves. In the dive bars of the Lower Rings, people didn't just hang out; they coalesced like oil on water.
"Birds of a feather," Jax muttered, echoing an old proverb his grandfather used. "We aren't the same, Jax," Kaelen countered. [S1E2] Birds of a Feather
Kaelen’s polished exterior cracked, showing a flicker of genuine fear. "Because up there, we’re all gilded cages and scripted smiles. My father wants to glass the Lower Rings to build a 'scenic park.' You’re the only one with the tech to stop the launch." The neon hum of the "Aether & Ore"
Together, the mechanic and the aristocrat leaped through the back window, hurtling into the smog-filled abyss of the city. Two vastly different birds, finally forced to flock together. "We aren't the same, Jax," Kaelen countered
A crash at the door ended the philosophy lesson. The Enforcers had spotted them.