Combeferre hits the no button with no internal debate. He has to hit it with his human nose, which perhaps exemplifies why he needs no debate. The wings with their pycnofibers were enormously fascinating, but he wants his legs back, and he never intended this to be anything more than an educational experiment. One nose-bump at the button, and Combeferre is back on his feet. He swings his arms and stretches out his fingers. It's good to have fingers, and especially thumbs.

Jehan also needs no internal debate, but he does have a sharp pang of melancholic regret. He takes one last aerial cartwheel, and sings a long melodic line of phoenix-song. Oh, if he could only retain the ability to assume this shape at will. If only he could capture this moment forever, and return to it whenever he pleased. If only he'd have something beyond the fading memory of thrilling flight and transcendent song. If only.

But he won't. He sings a final mournful note, and hits no.

Once Jehan is human again, he stalks over to a tree and sinks underneath it, pressing his face into his hands. He wants to concentrate and remember.