[Voice / Action]

[dawndigger]

...If you wanted to share some kind of message with a younger version of yourself, what would you say?

[Simon's in the plaza today, hanging out by the fountain and pondering his journal. At some point he might be scribbling out a note on a loose sheet of paper.]

Comments

[voice]

[compos_mentis]

I wouldn't want to, so not a damn thing.

[voice]

[compos_mentis]

I don't see how anyone's responsible for more than themselves.

[voice]

[dawndigger]

Well... maybe it's not a responsibility for everyone, but I feel like I wouldn't be a good brother if I didn't protect the one important to me.

[voice]

[compos_mentis]

So you're a bad one right now, huh? [After all, you're changing something, right?]

[voice]

[dawndigger]

...I'm the one who didn't try hard enough.

[voice]

[compos_mentis]

Hah. [She feels her blood boiling already. This is pathetic. Regrets like that? ...Well, whatever.]

Good luck with that. [She said insincerely before shutting the journal]