บท 28: Chapter 28 - Falco 1
Chapter 28 - Falco 1
I woke up the next morning in Emy's room with a hell of a headache. I sit up, rubbing my face. The number of times it has happened to me on earth to drink like this can be counted on the fingers of one hand, but it is already the second time since I have met Emy in just a few days. . I don't know if I should deduce something from this. Maybe she's just a bad influence on me and even if she is, the only downside is waking me up in such a state.
The situation has not changed much from the first time. Still dressed, still having a headache and still sharing bed with Emy. The only real difference is that this time Micha is not hiding in a corner of the room and is sleeping on a pillow on the floor. I wake her up gently by running a finger across her back. She then stretches up straight and wiggles her ears in my direction. She doesn't seem like she's giving me a fit of jealousy this time around and that relieves me.
Emy on the other hand seems to be sleeping well and I don't intend to wake her up. I'm not going to blame her for the amount of alcohol we drank yesterday.
I get out of bed, put my harness and shoes on the floor, and accidentally hit a bottle. I freeze and Emy growls for a few moments before falling back to sleep. I then end up recovering Micha who will immediately put himself in the small leather pocket.
I look at Emy for a few moments and think it might become a bad habit to sleep together. It bothers me less that I slept with her this time around compared to the first time, but that's probably because I was okay with the idea. Yesterday I was unable to return to my room after the second bottle so we agreed to stay asleep.
When I talk about a bad habit, it's because I personally feel much more relaxed from having slept with someone. I can't compare her to my girlfriend, but not sleeping alone is something heartwarming and reassuring that I couldn't explain. And then as long as I don't sleep with her or whatever, I don't think I'm doing any harm to anyone. It's hard to define my relationship with Emy at the moment, but I think I see her as a big sister or a good friend, whatever. It is not yet very clear, but it will come with time. One thing is for sure anyway, drinking with people tends to either bring them closer or take them away on earth and given the result with Emy, in my case it is probably the first option.
I leave the bedroom after having checked that I am not missing anything and try to be as discreet as possible, unfortunately for me the bedroom door starts to creak as I open it. This is the kind of moment that I wish I had already started my training as an assassin to know how to discreetly open a door that creaks as if it had not been oiled for years ...
Somehow I end up getting out of there hoping I didn't wake Emy.
I go straight down to the dining room where there is no one. If I can believe the light through the windows which blinds me for a few moments, it must be 11 a.m. I take something to eat and go to sit at a table.
It is there that Cyrus approaches me and settles in a chair as if nothing had happened. Honestly I know very well that he is not there to answer my questions, it is written on his face that he has to ask me.
Did you sleep with Emy last night? How is she ?
She is fine.
Cyrus smiled for a few moments as he looked at me. I find it hard to look at him without feeling after spending the evening with a morally "broken" Emy.
Listen Cyrus, I think it would be best if you didn't ask Emy anything more and stay away from her for a while. She's just a stone's throw from here and I don't feel like this is a good thing for her. Especially not when she's lost like that. If you ever need something, come and ask me if you can't help it. I have just arrived and have not yet made a special habit on my schedule, but I will do my best to help you.
I… Yes, I understand.
I'm not going to lecture you or anything either. I don't know you well enough for that, but what happened yesterday is the sum of a lot of things you should think about.
Cyrus looks at me without saying anything, he seems lost in his thoughts.
He finally gets up and tells me that he will speak to me again later without adding anything. It's pretty clear that he has things to tell me, but I won't insist this morning, I don't want to.
I take the grocery bag out of my inventory and put some kibble on the table for Micha. She hastens to get out of her pocket and go down to the table. I then fill a saucer with a little water and put it next to her. I resume my meal slowly and as I am about to finish Falco leaves the kitchen and comes to sit at my table thanking me for last night.
Thanks for Emy, I understand you made her change her mind about leaving.
I didn't do anything amazing so don't bother thanking me and then I think I would have done it anyway even if you hadn't asked me. On the other hand I want to understand what you were talking to me about yesterday… You know in the kitchen…?
Falco looks at me for a few moments, remaining silent. He seems embarrassed and has trouble finding his words.
"I didn't want to tell you about it and I got carried away. I don't know you well enough and I wouldn't want you to think about me. But since I started, I can always finish as long as you promise me not to tell anyone, but you probably won't want to when I'm done anyway. You also have the right not to believe me, after all I look like I'm in my twenties when I'm actually over forty. "
When I hear the end of his sentence, I watch him a little surprised. Falco, like me, looks young… Without an explanation I don't think I'm ready to believe it… I promise not to tell anyone mechanically and ask him to tell me his story.
"I'll explain it to you from the start. I remind you, you have the right not to believe me, but you are not allowed to talk about this to anyone.
I am one of the first to arrive in the tower, I will not bother to tell you why I entered since it is another story. Back then I was physically young, although less than today, and the tower started out as endless chaos.
I am not exaggerating, believe me if I tell you that at the time you had a one in two chance of dying at the foot of the tower. The death rate was ridiculous compared to now. The base of the tower was not designed for combat, but with the crowd of people suddenly appearing, things started to go wrong…
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