Simon always had a... friend, he'd like to say. One that he could never get rid of, afterall. His lifelong partner in every decision he makes. It was only a voice he could hear, that spoke to him, yet narrated his life. Not a voice in his head, but a being.

"Lieutenant? Did you hear what I said?"

His captain's voice never failed to snap him out of his trance, his confusion. Simon had yet to figure out if his 'friend' was truly friend or foe. The decisions, they were never the same.

It wasn't a suprise for Simon. That he listened more and more to the narrator as he grew, that he followed their requests. That he found himself enjoying the narrator's voice. That he found himself... loving it. He disliked even a second of loneliness without the narrator.

"I want to see you."

Those breathy words finally left his mind and out of his lips. The words he had wanted to spoke since he could remember. Simon sat upon his bed, head buried in his own hands.