"Why do you need to fly? Can't you just... pull yourself into the body?"
"To do that I would need to free my hand and... well..."
Seth pulled his head from the puppet, causing its head to fall limp once again. He gestured to his hand, which was still controlling the prosthetic arm. The fingers tapped as it crawled to the edge of the Avatar's shoulder, before leaping off.
It immediately slammed to the floor, dragging Seth's weightless spiritual body along with it. His body kept floating in the air, but it was held down by the arm, unable to pull itself free and simply dragged along for the right like a balloon strapped to a cat.
And since he was the balloon, the thought of losing his tether and floating off into a fan to be popped, or in this case floating out into space and being absorbed by the sun, wasn't a very appealing idea. Surprisingly enough.
