Chapter 122 The Boy

• The Projector exploded in a confusion of visions – a cliff, a choked shout, a man falling from a height, the emptiness. At that, I felt nauseating anger and revulsion at the sheer antisocial nastiness.
• "He believed it was over," The Architect continued in a whispering tone. It was probably meant to suggest that now the last hindrance had been cleared out of his way, he was free to go ahead with his scheme of retribution. However, in the multiverse, Dear Brianne has a knack for throwing a spanner at the works, even for the most obsessive of schedulers.
• I raised my eyes at the sound of my name being spoken, a slowly coming realization making me dizzy. "What... what happened next?" I demanded an answer, although subconsciously I already suspected the response.