[Simon knows nothing of his future. He has yet to commit the horrid atrocity that ultimately destroys his own friendship and by virtue ruins a small child's life forever, cementing a foot in his own grave. He can't possibly imagine a future where Grace, always one step ahead, the highest number wielder, would fear him.
And yet...]
No.
Without her, it'd feel like...
[He wonders if he should say this out loud. He does, hoping that the other just won't remember.]
Life wouldn't really be worth livin', I guess.
Is it the same for you?
[What Simon doesn't realize is that his mask, if tampered with, will now indeed come off.]
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And yet...]
No.
Without her, it'd feel like...
[He wonders if he should say this out loud. He does, hoping that the other just won't remember.]
Life wouldn't really be worth livin', I guess.
Is it the same for you?
[What Simon doesn't realize is that his mask, if tampered with, will now indeed come off.]