Chapter 121 Story Of A Boy

• Members of the Phoenix Organization went on swirling eternally around us, the reality burning and twisting in as bizarre a design as one could imagine. However, after that, I solely existed for this one person, The Architect, who sat down directly in front of me. The question about Lucy still lingered in my mind, but I nailed the feeling that whatever tale he was about to share, was going to reveal what I needed to know about Lucy-and perhaps about myself.
• "You demanded that I take my time, you asked for time to think, to process," The Architect started, his ethereal eyes locked on me. "But sometimes, Brianne, knowledge is not within the self, rather it is in examining the self. From experiencing the world - the multiverse - as it is perceived by another person.
• I closed my throat, preparing myself for whatever lie was coming. Whose eyes will I be peeping through soon?