When he was a child, he used to pray for your help every single night. But those days are long gone, and reality has stripped him of his childish wishes.

Now the universe is playing another twisted joke at his expense. He can't accept the fact that you actually exist.

"Just stop it already," Simon growls harshly. He sees you as nothing more than a figment of his imagination. "I don't need a goddamn fairy following me around! I've managed just fine without one my whole life!"

Where were you when he was a frightened child, or when the nightmares of war plagued his mind and body?

Your unexpected visit is long past due. He doesn't need you anymore.