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"Life's tough. But take it from me, it's worth it."

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An ear is flicking in irritation. Why is he being treated like a child? He's probably a lot older than she is. He didn't like it at all. But it wasn't like he could exactly argue right now. Even if he wanted to raise his voice, that would just his throat burn more. Or lead to coughing more heavily. Or both. Golden eyes are on the ground, absolutely refusing to look up at her, even when she gets closer.

...But there's also no denying the soothing tone of her voice.

Someone this kind to strangers, it reminded him of a certain someone else. Torn between believing the genuine kindness, and believing he's being lured into a false sense of security. Conflicting emotions that were rattling around in his head, until she mentions mushrooms.

"...Hmm?"

A quiet sound, as he finally does look up at her. More irritation, but this time, not at her. If his nose was working properly, he could have found any mushroom within a five mile radius. He could recognize the texture of a mushroom's scent very clearly. He would have been more useful than he was like this.

Yech. Useless and weak.

...Well. He couldn't sniff them right now, his nose is totally stopped up. The term 'lozenges' wasn't one he was familiar with, either. But if it'll ease his throat, why not? He was drawn in by her gentle tone of voice. It's not like she'd have to do any work if she wanted to try killing him, not while he was in this state.

So he slips the lozenges into his mouth. And gags immediately. He hardly even has a sense of taste right now, and it makes him gag by texture alone, he's quick to spit them out on the ground, shaking his head rapidly to try and get the texture off his tongue. So rapidly that he probably looked like a dog shaking water off.

"...I'll take the sore throat over that. Thanks anyway. Doesn't matter how cold out it gets, I'll be stayin' right here."

Not like he had much choice. Even in his own time period, he lived outside. He didn't have anywhere to go. Just that it didn't generally matter. It only mattered around this time of the month, when his body didn't radiate as much natural body heat. A trait of demonic blood, but his human blood was taking over more and more by the day.

...Maybe the lozenges would have tasted a little better if he'd taken the wax paper off. But how was he supposed to know that wasn't a part of them? Small things you ate weren't generally wrapped up in anything.

.☘︎ ݁˖—That coughing fit draws a frown on her face as it leads her to kneel next to this man, noting more features she had neglected to see just up until now. Those dog-like ears atop his head had her curious—though it wasn't like fantastical humanoids like these were all that uncommon where she's from. Her father was a multi-tailed fox for crying out loud. “Oh gods, you do not sound fine at all! That doesn't sound like just a little cold to me.” Worried yet respecting his personal space, she leans just a little closer before she reaches for the small messenger bag slung across her chest. It takes her a moment to answer his question as she was occupied, but soon enough she finds what she's looking for. “I'm here collecting mushrooms, it's around this time when I can find my favorites. I was looking for a patch I had found last year but it seems the day got away from me.” As much as she would scold someone like him for being out at night while sick… her own sense of self preservation was rather null. 

.☘︎ ݁˖—“Here.” Stretching her hand towards him, she opens it to reveal two small candies wrapped in waxed paper. “Take some lozenges, that throat sounds really rough. You probably shouldn't stay out too long. It'll probably get cold.”

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"Yeah, yeah. My birthday is in October. No I'm not gonna tell ya what day. Save the stupid jokes, I'm not really a demon."

He isn't really anything. If someone called him a demon, they'd be wrong. But people loved to make the association of October with demons. Wasn't he lucky?

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Was he okay?

He figured so up until now. But a girl with flowers literally sprouting from the sides of her hair was talking to him. A wispy figure like a plant. Demons weren't in this time period, otherwise he would have made the assumption. Not like he could use his nose right now to identify whatever she was supposed to be, given how stuffed up he was.

If he didn't enjoy the sight of the full moon so much, he would have wished it not exist at all. No moon meant no new moon. No new moon meant no illness. It would mean not turning into a weak human one night every month. Not like it really mattered, even though he was still half demon, his strength was incredibly diminished by the illness.

Illness that was only possible when the new moon neared. At any other point, it was an impossibility for him to catch any form of illness. Demonic blood was quick to destroy any kind of bacteria. Poison was a different story, but illness and poison were two separate things.

"A little. I'm fine."

His words were betrayed by actions. His attempt at sounding assertive only sparked a deep coughing fit, which left him gasping slightly for a few seconds afterwards. Deeper tones must have been out of the question right now. He'd have to speak a little more carefully. Physical pain was a lot stronger when you were more human than demon, as it went during this time of the month.

"It's just a little cold. Nothin' special."

She's different too. Probably why his ears didn't raise any questions.

"What're you doin' out here? This is pretty deep, and I don't see a weapon on ya."

.☘︎ ݁˖— Many wouldn't be aware of this, but summer-time at this specific forest meant prime mushroom time—specifically chicken of the woods, her favorite! While studying fungi eluded her, she was a foodie through and through! Gracefully jumping around roots and branches while holding a wicker basket, she collected small quantities of the coveted shrooms, unaware that she wasn't the only sentient creature in these woods… until she spots out of the corner of her eye the sight of beautiful silver hair. Curious as any child, she approaches the creature, seemingly sleeping and sounding… stuffed? sick? The light snorts and coughs alerted her of an underlying issue. Upon closer inspection she'd find this was… a person?

.☘︎ ݁˖—“Oh my goodness, are you okay…?” She blinks as her presence seemed to startle him, though his statement only served to make her softly laugh. “Oh no no—I'm not a flower and you're not going crazy… hopefully. You sound really rough, are you sick?”

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🎵 一つ 大事な とてよ 機 言葉 それ 和 ワタシ の 心 潜めば なおさら の 事 歌い 踊れ 別れても 心 和 一つ (Even if we part, our hearts are as one) 耳 に とどめて おなじみ 様や 真 和 胸 に (As long as you're in my heart) それ で いい でしょう... (It'll be okay...) 🎵

It's actually a song Sango taught him. He wasn't exactly a good singer, pretty bad in terms of technique, but he's sure he's alone, anyway, so it's not like it matters.

Let him enjoy his memories.

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Someone's screaming. In his forest.

At lightning speeds, the half demon is on his feet, running, but not towards the source of the sound. He can smell it. This wasn't your typical demon. Whatever it was, this thing was huge, which only made his feet carry him faster. No one knew his forest better than himself. His service to Kaede's Village may only be temporary for now, but it sounds like it was a good thing he'd been here.

There wasn't time to even attempt consulting anyone else. Fragile humans just loooooved sleeping in beds. Give him a tree any day. Now that he was so much closer, he couldn't just recognize the scent as demonic. He identify it.

Kamaitachi

Leaping high into the air, Inuyasha landed in front of RingADing. A desire to protect brought the Tetsusaiga to life as soon as he unsheathed it, turning what looked like a thin blade into a massive, curved sword.

It's huge...

He didn't need Kagome nearby to tell him this thing had a shard of the Shikon Jewel. Only through the jewel's immense power could a demon turn into something like this. Without her, he didn't know where it was. But he knew it was there somewhere. Finally, some excitement.

Only a momentary stare down, before Inuyasha was rushing forward. He knew the meaning of his own sword, shard or no shard, it would cut through any demon easily. He'd just have to pay attention, the situation meant that unlike the ordinary, this thing was going to be able to put up a fight.

In one swing, a daggered hand fell to the ground, and dissipated. That's one. Now he just had to--

There was an involuntary grunt. Definitely stronger than it looked, he didn't have time to turn his attention to the other limb before he was struck to the ground, not all that far from the toon he was fighting to protect. There was pain, even blood. But this was hardly a dangerous injury. He was back on his feet in seconds, baring his fangs, sword firmly in both hands.

That hand clearly hadn't been where the jewel shard was. He'd stand ground for now. Not so much to try to strategize, more so, trying to decide where to slice next. The more the better, if he separated the jewel shard from the Kamaitachi, it would turn into utter insignificance compared to him. Turning his head to look at RingADing, he had only one thing to say, so that guy better be listening.

"Why are you just standing there? I don't need your help, but a God would make shorter work of this thing than I can."

...As much as he hates to say it. But strength recognized, and respected strength.

@thesilvermoonrays liked for a starter with mr ring-a-ding

Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh! He was not supposed to be here! Where was this even? WHAT WAS THAT THING CHASING HIM? Mr. Ring-a-Ding was running for his life ever since he woke up in a cave, greeted by the snarling jaws of a giant weasel looking creature. It appeared to have sickles for limbs, which was pure nightmare territory, if there ever was one!

He was not afraid to admit he screamed as he fled, nearly having gotten sliced in half. "YIKES! S-someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed!" Jokes were the only thing keeping his head on straight, but this thing was hot on his tail and not letting up!

When he actually felt something make contact with his back - it stung, a lot, and water filled his eyes before he was falling forward and rolling down the hill. Yelping and crying out as he did. Thankful, at least, he was still very much a toon and would survive such abuse, but that didn't mean this kind was fun! The beast was still skidding down towards him.

"C-come on! HELP, s-someone!" he squeaked out, scrambling to get back onto his feet. What a time for Lux to decide to-to take a friggin nap! The toon had no clue what to do here!

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Must have been a cultural thing. Japanese was clearly not his native language, the same word often had completely different uses, even when it directly translated to the same meaning. Did Gods even have a native language? Maybe they had one all their own, that mortals couldn't understand. He wasn't too worried about any of it. Not like he'd ever really cared enough to speak 'proper' Japanese.

"Relax, wouldja?"

He didn't mean to laugh quietly. A laugh that was uncharacteristically genuine, rather than mocking in tone. God damn did this guy act like a certain someone else he knew. One minute he's talking about something he loves so much, appreciating simplicity. The next he's feisty, and getting defensive. Lux definitely was more foe than friend, but there was no pretending that the guy reminded him of people who were actual friends.

"I didn't say it'd be easy. I'm not stupid, I know how to respect someone else's strength. Comes in the craziest of places. Someone can look really weak, and have all the power in the world, and I'm talkin' from past experiences. Has nothin' ta do with you. It's exciting to know there's a real challenge ahead. It really breaks the tedium, so you won't hear me complaining."

Just one more soft chuckle, as he closed his eyes again.

"That ain't gonna be for a while anyway. I'm needed here right now. The jewel shards'll have to wait."

There was one question that he really was curious enough to ask, as a single golden eye opened halfway. There's still just a hint of a smile on his face as he asks it, too.

"Guess you'd understand just as well as anyone else how being different is bad news, God or not. So I won't tell anyone whatcha really are. Don'tcha got any friends ta hang out with? Why're ya still here with me?"

"Shikon means some kinda spirit, so I guess I was translating it rather liberally." Lux shrugged, not really minding being corrected with the linguistics if it helped him fit in this world more.

He gave a sniff, squinting at Inuyasha. "Were ya not listening to my whole speech when fightin' ya? I'm Lux Imperator! But I guess here you can call me Mr. Ring-a-Ding. Most people ain't supposed to know who I really am anyway." Rolled his eyes if he was going to be called 'pest'. Then he was gonna call this guy puppy!

Lux narrowed his eyes about Inuyasha eventually taking the jewel shard from him and he clenched his fists before crossing his arms.

"Ha, good luck doin' that! You know first hand I ain't no cakewalk and I won't give it back freely!"

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Good job. You got his eyes open.

"...Me? In love with Kaname?"

That was a big no. The real surprise was insinuating that he could be in love with anyone. It didn't help much, however, knowing that even though she hadn't openly expressed it and that love was too strong a word, Kaname did have a thing for him. He knew she liked him as more than a friend. He wasn't totally oblivious. And maybe there had been a time he liked her too. But he'd long since gotten past that, any hint of romantic feeling was gone.

"Why wouldja assume somethin' that extreme? Geez, even in this time period ya can't be close friends with a woman without everyone assumin' y'er into each other. I'm no one's pet. I do whatever the hell I want, no strings attached."

A slip of the tongue, given that he's not really used to talking at all to anyone who doesn't already know. He'd unintentionally completely revealed that he wasn't from here. Inuyasha's native time period was five hundred years ago, and it was supposed to be a secret. Whoops.

"You're really quick to assume the worst, y'know that? Just because someone can hurt you, doesn't always mean they will. Took a long time for me to learn that, but it's a truth."

Strange question. Why wouldn't he know?

"You really ain't from around here, are ya? I ain't the religious type, but dragons have been revered as Gods for thousands of years. People leave offerings at temples, and shrines in hopes of receiving blessings, and good fortune from Gods who take the form of a dragon."

Inuyasha lightly shrugged his shoulders again, expression returning to that of laziness.

"I associate with a few people. Irritating as it is, I've got human emotions as much as any full human. Nothin' I can do about that."

Sarah was someone who has fiddled around with others sure. But unlike the other. There was a sure difference in her mind about gawking at someone than his. If she really wanted to stare at someone? More than likely the dragon was in heat, or was just legit bored and didn't want to read or do anything else.

But oh well, it seemed as if there was a misunderstanding between them. Things happen and the dragon didnt really care at all about that. Just like the Master situation.

"Are you not the pet of the Shrine Maiden? Or is that a relationship out of love?"

The dragon asked. Tilting her head ever so slightly. Her tone of voice wasn't hostile. It was genuinely curious. She was so used to demons, hell. Even some half demons hating their human half. Not really wanting to attach themselves to any sort of human. Let alone someone who could possibly harm them, or kill them.

"A half demon, associating with a Shrine Maiden. Someone who can harm you. And of course. A dragon isn't interesting sure~, I feel you don't know what dragons even are."

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Hey everyone, remember that being sick or healing from injuries is a hard time for your body. You have to eat a lot and lay still and be kind to yourself! [large neon sign that says HYPOCRITE descends from the ceiling and points at me] Hey what the heck what's this who put that there

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@dorkydelphox Said:

Don't hate me 'cause u ain't me

"You couldn't shut up about a demon's body. Be into what y'er into, I don't care about that, but have some self preservation instead of gettin' mesmerized by somethin' tryin' ta kill you."

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"Says the bastard who rescued everyone in the demon possessed castle."

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@magicalcatangel Said: Inyuyasha (forgot that white hair boy name) you reminded me of this character matatabi from cyborg kuro chan

"Inuyasha. And I hope you're not talkin' about me, 'cause I ain't got white hair like some old geezer. It's silver."

...

He has no words. He has no words at all for how he could remind anyone of something like that. Even if he were an animal, rather than being part demon, he's not a cat. Why does everyone keep mistaking him for a cat?

No one gets it right. Dog demon. Dog demon.

Not a wolf.

Not a rabbit.

And this is the third time he's been likened to a cat in less than a week.

"I'm gonna be nice and pretend ya didn't just make a comparison like that."

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The guy didn't even hide his tail? What were people supposed to think? Not that he'd really cared about hiding his ears, but the whole situation was a hassle if someone questioned him about it. For his best friend's sake, he'd do as she asked, and hide the one demonic trait that couldn't be explained. Claws could be explained as nails. Hair could be explained by whatever the hell came out of some bottle that could apparently change your hair color to whatever you wanted. He wasn't going to bother with listening to an explanation on colored contacts, just the knowledge they would explain why his eyes were gold. A color unnatural to humans.

"You're. Really. Stupid."

Was that slow enough for him? The guy can't even talk very well. The grammar is enough for him to understand, but what the hell is that accent? Even his wording was weird. 'On a flight'? He knew the concept, just that it was a strange choice of words. Must have had something to do with the way the guy spoke. But he was stupid for not hiding his tail, humans would freak out over something like that in the modern times. Probably didn't hide his ears, either.

But there was another matter at hand. He'd been flying, and apparently there had been others with him. He'd speak more slowly, if just to make sure no one was in danger. Well. There was something else he had to do first. Drop to the ground.

Sniff sniff sniff. Nothing unusual, other than the scent of another half demon, so he rose back to his feet.

"Where were you flying, and what were you flying on? What kind of people were with you? Were they humans? There aren't any in this forest."

God. GOD. Talking in proper Japanese felt so foreign and irritating on his tongue. This guy better appreciate the lengths Inuyasha is going through for the sake of whoever might be in danger.

Simon growls in frustration -- not only is he having trouble understanding everything being said, he's also not getting a good response. He's regretting not doing more language practice. All he did was watch anime this time.

His experience with speaking Japanese is limited. About the only chance he's even had in the past decade would be a little bit of shower singing since his release from prison.

It was his mother who he spoke it for the most.

Simon spends so much time dwelling on his own thoughts and trying to figure out how to communicate... literally anything, that he doesn't immediately notice Inuyasha leaning forward, until he's asked a question.

"Can you speak slower?!" He asks, while his brain tries to jumble together a translation of Inuyasha's words. The pointing helps.

"......You wonder how I hide... my tail? ...I don't."

Is he trying to suggest that Simon's tail could be... frightening? Maybe he needs to find and ask someone else. Someone that was also on the same flight.

"Where is everybody? I was on a flight."

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...

Now that he's recovered, at least from the whole breath holding thing, he's sitting on all fours, watching the other struggle desperately to lift him to his feet by putting himself under Inuyasha's shoulder. At least the kid was trying. That spoke volumes. Why not humor him? The half demon slowly lifted, but in a way that would very strongly give off the impression that it was Cucumber who got him to his feet.

"Thanks."

He'd let the impression continue. He leaned against the rabbit, very intentionally keeping the majority of his weight on his other leg. He knew the truth, but to anyone else looking, it would have definitely appeared as though Cucumber was the person being his support in standing up.

"Guess that was kinda stupid of me, huh? Really though, you don't have to--"

With the arm that wasn't over the rabbit, he coughed into his hand. God, how irritating. Coughing made a person's lungs, and throat burn. He knew he'd be fine, no matter how bad a cold, all a person needed was rest. That's why he'd been here in the first place. He'd chosen seclusion, and he'd claim it was because he didn't want anyone else babying him.

But the truth was, he didn't want anyone worrying. Looks like he failed at that.

"Look, I appreciate what y'er tryin' ta do, but you'll catch my cold if you stay this close."

Not that there wasn't a warmth in his chest at the concern. Someone cared, a kid, no less. Fatigued as he was, he could still walk, but maintaining any form of agitation on his face was impossible. It was nice to be cared for sometimes, as much as he hated staying in one place and doing nothing.

"Where exactly do you plan on taking me, anyway? I live in places like this. Y'won't catch me living in some house like a needy pet."

The fall startled the bunny child, but what made his anxiety spike more was his coughing. That doesn't sound good. Not at all. "Inuyasha!! Oh stars no, are you okay?!" He yelped, rushing to the half-demon's side with haste. "D-Don't worry, I'll get you somewhere! Just..!" Cucumber attempts to try and help him back to his feet, lifting his arm over his shoulder to the best of his ability. It.. Isn't as successful. Physically, he's very weak.

Fear crept into his heart. Even now, he's still afraid that any friend he made will disappear. That when he opens his eyes, everything will change. Everyone would be long gone. That he's never left the cycles, where not even death could let him escape.

"L-Let's go, come on! We can get there!" He stuttered.

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@red-eclipse || Blossom

At least here he won't be bothered.

His illness had only progressed. He knew the new moon would be here any night now. He'd come to a secluded wooded area so he wouldn't have to hide his ears. He was in enough pain as it was. A fatigue that felt unnatural from a bad cold, a stuffy nose, a cough. He didn't need aching ears from having that hat on for too long. Though his eyes are closed, he hasn't been able to sleep much at all, only adding to the fatigue.

Illness is worse than physical injuries. At least those generally heal within one day. Illness seems to drag on forever.

With footsteps so soft, he doesn't even hear the teenager approaching. His ears were plugged up anyway, thanks to the whole illness thing. His hearing wasn't as strong, and being able to pick up scents because of the effect it was having on his nose was maddening. When he hears a female voice, he's ready to roll his eyes and assert they go away.

...

"Hallucinations now? The flowers are coming alive..."

He didn't remember this being a part of having a severe cold.

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...Did he miss something?

He must have been missing something. Her idea of gawking at someone, and the kind of gawking he'd received his whole life, were clearly very different things. Sounded more like she was talking about physical attraction. When under the guise of a human in modern times, he did get a fair share of others expressing interest in his body. but he never shared that interest.

He'd never felt that interest in anyone. He'd felt romantic interest twice in his life, but even then, there had been nothing physical about it. He'd learned to be smart enough to repress those feelings until they went away. One tragedy was enough. His feelings for Kagome did eventually go away, so if something worked, why try to fix it?

"You have a Master? Glad I'm not someone's pet. Y'think I care whether or not someone likes me, or the way I smell?"

Typical expression. Demons, humans, all of them acted hateful towards half demons because they weren't one or the other. Inuyasha had long since stopped caring what strangers thought. He did open one golden eye, halfway. If there were demons roaming around in modern times, he'd have to figure out a reason for having the Tetsusaiga around his waist. Having a blade with the power to slice through demonic flesh may be necessary.

He'd have to think on an explanation for it to any human who may ask later. His other eye opened halfway. Lazy as his expression may have appeared, it was better to be cautious.

"What else d'ya have ta be curious about? I'm a half demon. I'm waitin' for someone. This is a shrine. Anything else ya have ta say? 'Cause I'm not real curious about you."

"Honey, sweetheart......."

Her tone of voice meant to mimic what some called a southern Aunt. Telling someone to bless their heart. Hopefully he didn't take what she was going to say right to his own emotions.

"You're not the type of being I'd want to be gawking at. Lean and looking like a simple feral twink isn't my type~."

As she spoke. Her hip cocked ever so slightly as one hand went to her chest. While the other. That was holding her small purse she usually cared with this co-ord. Dangling ever at her side.

"I'm not allowed to ask out of curiosity? You know, considering my Master and I are here for business, and she's someone who actually loathes half demon's smell. Just be happy I'm more curious than bias."

Leaning ever so slightly on her heels, she let out a soft sigh. She understood being treated different, but damn. Can't a girl be curious?

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"Whaddya mean, 'know what happened'?"

If he were one to insult others for things they couldn't control, he'd be commenting on that accent. He'd been all over Japan, and he couldn't place the dialect at all. But it wouldn't be right, a person couldn't control how they were raised to speak. God knew he always spoke casually, rather than using respectful honorifics that were expected by most society.

"You're an adult. You know what it's like for us, ya shoulda known better than ta try walkin' around in clothes like that."

He knew how Kagome constantly got comments on her choice of clothing, but she was a human. She'd be accepted, just called out for her strange fashion. Half demons didn't have that luxury no matter what they were wearing. Why someone of his lineage would go through the trouble of passing through the Bone Eater's Well, getting clothes, then coming back and trying to walk around the village was beyond him.

Some chose violence. Some chose kindness. Some chose stupidity.

He could figure out which of the three this guy chose.

Inuyasha just eeeevvverrrrr so casually leans his body as he originally planned to do. A better look at that tail.

Blink blink.

"Howdja hide that thing, anyway?"

A clawed finger points towards the tail in question.

"Unless ya just scared someone and stole the clothes. Ya really shouldn't do that, but as long as ya didn't kill anyone, I guess it's alright as a one time thing."

Not like he hadn't stolen things during younger days. No right judging, as long as no one got killed.

Simon growls, but says nothing, for an uncomfortably long moment. Definitely more than a mere pause. Not only is he having to listen more carefully to determine what's being said, but he's also having to also figure out... what the hell this bloke is going on about.

Is he trying to say... that the reason Simon woke up alone, is because he frightened the other passengers...? Surely not.

A few other, more irrational thoughts enter his mind from this. But Simon quickly dismisses them. He's not even sure he fully understood, anyway.

"..............."

"Ah... Do you... know what happened?"

He's much quieter, but not exactly whispering, fully aware of how much his raised voice could hurt. His own outburst hadn't been the easiest on his own ears, after all.