To Perceive an Image

Thirty-Three: Images of Plausible Theories

Maryanland, September 24, 2040, 4:15 PM

Um, yikes.

I felt like an asshole for staying silent and letting Flynn explain. Whether he told the hard truth or falsity didn't concern me. Part of me did not want to speak because I make myself look suspicious at the most unintended times. Maybe this Noir person will trust the words of Flynn more than mine. How could he not? Vega Flynn is a walking embodiment of the building to our left. If the badge in his hand didn't perform its job, I don't know what will.

In the wise words of Eugene Fitzherbert, aka the original Flynn Rider, this was a stupid decision, really.

Stupid because this man took his sweet time telling Noir the truth. All of it, from the day I came as an interviewer to the day I had asked him for said tutoring lessons and stopped at just about every detail about today.

Okay, I value honesty, but damn, that's excessive.

What makes me perplexed is the focused expression on Noir's face. Every word Flynn said didn't miss his mind, as if he was digesting every word. Strange.

But, I appreciate Flynn for speaking, although a lot more than I would have, at least he got shit done.

After Noir got about every detail from the second I met Vega Flynn to this current moment in time, a settling look rested upon his face.

I hate myself for doing it, but his smile doesn't resemble the one my best friend used to do. I shake my head for comparing a stranger's habits to those of my deceased best friend.

That's how you cope.

"Well, I'll leave you both to it and take my leave. Today was a good place to start, we can continue this later."

That's what she said. No, that's what they all say in the books I read, and that last sentence doesn't translate appropriately in my head. Anyway, I have so escaping to do.

Flynn nods, "of course, I hope to see you soon."

Some goodbyes later, I was away from there as fast as my little legs could go.

A good question to ask right now is, where should I go by walking and thinking?

I look at the time and notice that my friends should both be home. My legs suggested following the automatic response of going to each of their homes to visit them, but my brain said no. My brain told me to crawl through my bedroom wall or go to the park and travel through the beaming light for optimal convenience. Then I would end up at a park, walk through a blaring blizzard to a small home and greet two women before walking up the stairs to meet a tattooed giant.

Why did that sound like a divine idea? Who knows?

But, a terrible part of me favored the second option.

Sapphire and Lyaly would smack the back of my head if I said this in front of them. Sapphire in a scolding manner for favoring Flynn over them. Lyaly lovingly as she chants a repeated mantra of "I knew it" while telling me I've met the love of my life. Both aren't true, somewhat.

Either way, I perform the complicated process of walking to my home. The organ in my ribs picks up the pace when the thought of my parents being home crosses my mind. Deep breath in, deep breath out, it'll be fine, Azail. I should not feel this nervous thinking about the mere thought of my parents being home. What an unhealthy mentality.

Despite how much I console myself, the only method that works for me is remembering that my parents are out at a relative's house a few hours up north. I could've helped myself relax further by digging with my questions to know how long their trip would last, but my mom's glare when I asked her that same question had me decide to hide in my room instead.