'Well. This is just great. I'm going to get caught, and life is going to suck for the next.....whatever many years...' Azier thought to himself bitterly.
'You really are a fuck-up, aren't you Azier?' He taunted to himself as he listened to the scuffle that took place just outside the 'turtle shell' of the box he hid under.
'I can't get caught... I can't go back...' he thought desperately as his head got rolled when the box it was trapped under was knocked into. 'I have to get back to Azrianna...I have to save Yrsula. I have to make the right people pay...'
Some deep-seeded instinct kicked in as his pregnant wife came to mind, and Yrsula's sleeping form and rough exterior emphasized his need to succeed. In what he felt was his best possible move, he used his little finger-legs to push himself up and took matters into his own hands.
Time to make a lie, a reality.