Pride
My ancestors pride in their artwork cursed them and all their descendants' throughout four centuries, and cursed their art even before then. Yet even cursed by their own pride they didn't learn from it. While I can understand to some extent the reason they created still, having felt the drive to do it myself, if I can refrain from giving in to that desire they could've too. Two hundred years ago the clan elders were proud enough to try to mold the current heir into a puppet, and they fell as a result, for the will of someone who had been molded to be easy to manipulate was incapable of holding Krad back and he decided to take vengeance for two centuries of torture and hatred. And according to him Akira, the puppet heir in question was fully on Krad's side anyway. That is why no one tried to mold me into a pliable leader, not with what had happened the only time that had been tried. Though pride was the downfall of many Hikari I can't help being proud of the person I've become, secure in the knowledge that I defied my destiny and all expectations placed upon me to rise beyond the blind hate that fueled a centuries old secret war. Together Daisuke and I ended the feud, and from that and the sealing of the Black Wings came power beyond anything my relatives could imagine.
Elation
The wild joy of flight is something that is alien to a human mind, he suspects. It is too pure and clear in comparison to what he had felt when he was still fully human but with something of magic still, before they made the choice. This all-consuming elation whenever he lets go of restraint in dizzying flight, and the wild thrill of the storms with no fear of the lightning, only a certainty of when to move is not something he could've understood before. But he doesn't always look at the world like a human would, less so when he is like this, and thus understands these feelings.