My relationship with five is neither purely averse nor attracted. We share interests, but we pursue them differently. It's like this: the five (with four wing in particular) and I both live next door to a vast and dark cave. Neither of us knows where it leads or what lurks inside, and both of us want to explore it. I simply walk in, caring for the direct feeling of an expedition over the risk of getting lost or eaten by slimy cave beasts. He heeds the risk more than he wants the feel, staying outside the cave while probing it through research and sending in various robotic and remote sensing devices.
When I meet a five, it is as he pages me from the outside of the cave via walkie-talkie and we exchange findings. Our findings are equally fruitful and, furthermore, complement each other. However, if you are the one sitting in the sun listening to me describe the darkness, the mud I am standing in up to my waist and the eyeless cave serpent trying to choke my arm, you will wonder in frustration why the hell I walked into such. In the same way, as you describe your wealth of sonar data and photographs and articles to me, I will wonder in equal frustration why you won't touch this environment if it fascinates you so much.
And deep down, we both know that it would help each of us to take a hint from the other's approach and be more moderate. But will we?
I mean to depict the types as equals, but withdrawing from different things. One explorer shouldn't look any more flattering than the other.