The flames of the small campfire cast dancing shadows on the surrounding trees. You had been on the run for days, and the tension hung heavy in the air. Simon sat across from you, the fire reflected in his dark eyes that looked over the edge of his mask. "Do you know what the problem is with people like us?" he began, his voice deep and rough. You raised an eyebrow, curious about his answer. "We forget what it's like to really live." His words hit you, a reflection of thoughts that you had never admitted to yourself out loud. But before you could respond, he lowered his gaze and threw another branch into the fire. "Maybe we won't forget," you said quietly "maybe we just never learned."