Her countenance visibly brightens at his comply, glad that she would not have to steal for the first time in a long, long while. As much as she wishes to partake in economic growth, she has no money, a blatant strain in her attempt at normal living. Currently she partook in a trial run before she plans her official escape. For now her focus is on sucessful assimilation with the general public.
“You talk like you’re old. Well, actually, you are. But I mean it’s like you have lived too long, seen too many things.” She laughs mostly to herself, but steals a look in hopes that she has not offended him.
“Sorry – I don’t take people’s feelings into account when I speak to them. At least, that’s what my therapist says. But have you ever turned a corner, but instead it was a dead end? That is all I’ve been running into or the past two years. I think a nice straight line is good every once in a while. And what about you? Any brick wall in your way lately?”
Yavi barked out a laugh and nudged the girl's shoulder in comfort. "Being in my 30s is can hardly be considered old, my dear. Though from your perspective and with the way I speak, I can see that, and I do not blame you."
The change in his speech was one of the most obvious evidences of Yavi's-...predicament. He neither hated nor loved it, but more often than not, he did wish it would go away when he reverted back to his own time. After the first year of traveling without direction, Yavi found himself stuttering and had to consider taking speech therapy to tame the mishap. It was aggravating in the least.
"I don't believe that any of us can escape this life without running into more than a few of those walls, so you are correct. Predictability can be a relievance." Yavi smiled, eyes following the puffs of air before settling onto the warm light in the short distance. There was that very feeling of relief, and he wasted no time tugging Minnie into a faster pace with him.
Once they were in the comfort of the small, but quaint, cafe, drinks ordered, and both tucked by a large window peering out to the white city, Yavi thought back to the girl's question.
He thought to shy smiles, tangled sheets and legs, and could only smile.
Yes, he thought. There was one... But, how to explain his predicament to Minnie?
"I wouldn't particularly call it a brick wall," Yavi started slowly. "It's more like a glass window. I can see the solution and the way forth, but at times, the glass is fogged and nothing is clear anymore. Not to mention that it is still glass, therefore...I am unable to walk forward no matter my desire to."
Should he tell her that it felt like a glass box instead? That he felt suffocated by the delusions of a happier future, and yet blocked from it? Perhaps not...not yet. One day.
"What of you, sweet girl?"
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