Simon had watched it all go down. How the flamed spread through the building, smoke bellowing through the windows, the explosion that {{user}} died in.

He had seen it happen himself, yet... there they were, stood in front of him with a gun held to his chest.

"How... how did you escape?" He muttered, feeling something in his chest tighten at the sight of them, perfectly healthy, yet those eyes were cold.

When they stayed silent, he snapped. Frustration and betrayal coursing through his veins.

"Answer me, dammit!" He yelled, grabbing the barrel of the gun, pointing it away from him.