My Exploding Cat

Just stories and drawings really, no actual fissile felines.

Chapter 42

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

“Utter Amazement” didn’t cover Sophie’s expression. I don’t even think she practiced this one.
“Whoa” was all she could say.
“Are you sure you’re ready for the next explosion?” I asked. She nodded dumbly.
“Okay. Daniel’s not a mage, he’s a spy mage.”
Now Sophie just looked confused. “But I thought Mage was a mage, and that would make Daniel a mage, too.”
I shook my head. “It’s more complicated than that,” I said. “There isn’t a book for spy mages. You become one by actually understanding what a mage book tells you. Most people don’t. They become mages instead, and they rely on books, normal books, for factual information. Spy mages just pick it up as they go along. They get it from people as well as books. That’s why Daniel mostly reads fiction. You can only talk about so many things in an encyclopedia, which, Mage tells me, he’s already read. But you can do almost anything with fiction. It’s something he hasn’t heard or read yet. He’s quiet because that’s the normal nature of a spy mage. If I wanted to, I could go silent as well. The reason he seems like a nimrod is because of Mage’s stupid safety measures, forgetting what Earth is like. I should have figured this out as soon as I met him, but it looked like he was wearing a master mage’s robe, although the spy mage’s isn’t much different.”
Sophie understood. I could see it. Sophie always understands. I like it.
“This thing is so dang complicated,” Sophie said. “This… quest thing. I hate it.”
“I don’t understand it very well myself, but I think I got the gist of it. I probably didn’t make very much sense in the room at the agency, but basically, you’re out here so the whole friggin’ universe doesn’t collapse into the Void Dimension. You’re the last people who can save everything, and also the most powerful. The Gateguards have nothing to do with that. They just know that you’re a threat to them because you might take their position and they know that if they bump you off, you can’t take their job. I don’t know what the orange-eyed lady has to do with anything, but my guess is that she met the Gateguards and found out that they both want serious magic wielder throat, so…”
“Okay,” Sophie said, “that makes a ton more sense than the weep-fest explanation.”
I ran my fingers through the grass. “I wonder if that’s a good thing.” I said, awkwardly changing the subject so that for a few seconds Sophie had no clue what I was talking about. “I mean,” I babbled on, “I’m still not entirely ready to trust Daniel yet. I think I figured it out, but I have been wrong before. It might be better if he didn’t entirely understand it.”
“Oh, I understood you,” Daniel said, appearing from nowhere, “but I’m still not sure why you don’t trust me. You explained it pretty well. I’m still not sure why I don’t fit in anywhere, so I’m not surprised that you don’t, either.”
Sophie smacked her forehead. “I should have searched for you better after you told me about eavesdropping on Mage and Tress! I am so stupid!” Then realization dawned on Sophie’s face. She turned to me. “Does that confirm your theory? That he can do that?”
I was still too stunned to move, too stunned to speak. I stared.
“Yeah,” I said. “Yeah, it does.”

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