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Kevin Flynn (zendude) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2011-09-18 17:57:00

Entry tags:

kevin flynn, quorra

Who: Kevin Flynn and Quorra
What: Meetings and explanations.
Where: A monastary in New York state, just outside Rochester.
Warnings: None.

Flynn sat kua he zuo style on a mat on the porch. It was a meditative pose, but he wasn't meditating at the moment, merely waiting and enjoying his surroundings. He'd created any number of wonders in the Grid, but nothing to his mind as wonderful as this: an autumn day, the leaves a riot of color on the trees, a cool breeze blowing. This was a perfect moment. Perfection, he now knew, was a gift to be cherished and then released, not something to be created.

If only he'd known that years ago, when it all began.

But if he had, he wouldn't have met Quorra. Even in the midst of a person's worst mistakes, there was the possibility of serendipity. It was a thought that brought him peace. As did the thought that he would see her again soon.

Flynn waited. He'd had a lot of practice.

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zendude
2011-09-26 10:28 pm UTC (link)

"This vortex can wrap people back to where they came from, can it?" So this was borrowed time. That was okay. All time was borrowed time. And given that he'd been snared about a split-second before his own death, Flynn was not about to complain, at least not on his own behalf. Every minute was one he hadn't expected to have.

"That's rough. But I'm glad your work takes care of you. It should." His face darkened for a moment. It'd been a long, long time since the ENCOM days, but he remembered.

But the moment passed and he shrugged. "So, someone who looks like Sam but isn't, huh? Does sound weird. And painful." If someone who looked like Jordan showed up, he'd probably stare at her enraptured for several minutes, and then walk very fast the other way rather than lose the dream. Gently, he added, "How are you handling that, kiddo?"

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