[ Simon seems to withdraw the more that Alex talks. The subject matter isn't comfortable, it's unfamiliar. For a moment he looks more like a lost child before he schools his features to a more neutral expression. ]
Even you can't believe that that's true. It's far too late. [ There's far too much blood on his hands, even if it was blood of the guilty, even if it had been a crusade of protection and justice somehow. His life had twisted him in a way he couldn't possibly fathom coming undone. ]
Goodbye Alex.
[ Simon's never been good when the questions turn too personal. At least he isn't slamming his face into the nearest surface. ]
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Even you can't believe that that's true. It's far too late. [ There's far too much blood on his hands, even if it was blood of the guilty, even if it had been a crusade of protection and justice somehow. His life had twisted him in a way he couldn't possibly fathom coming undone. ]
Goodbye Alex.
[ Simon's never been good when the questions turn too personal. At least he isn't slamming his face into the nearest surface. ]