Distant Dream - (dub) 4 : Aspiration:

Kael didn’t turn. He knew the voice of his mentor, Jax—a man whose lungs were more soot than tissue. "It’s not a ghost, Jax. It’s the Academy. They’re taking applications for the Pilot Program this week."

Kael tightened his grip on the rusted wrench in his hand. He had spent three years scavenging discarded mana-cells from the scrap heaps, slowly building a makeshift flight-stabilizer in the crawlspace beneath his bunk. Every spark of energy he harvested was a step toward a world he had only seen in blurred propaganda broadcasts. (Dub) 4 : Aspiration: Distant Dream

"The dream is distant, Kael," Jax said, his voice softening. "Sometimes, keeping your eyes on the horizon just makes you trip over what's right in front of you." Kael didn’t turn

Jax let out a raspy laugh that turned into a cough. "Kid, we’re Ground-Born. Our 'aspiration' is supposed to be making it to forty without losing a limb to a hydraulic press. That Spire? That’s for the Cloud-Born. People with names that sound like silk, not grease." It’s the Academy