“Simon…” You said, it was the softest he had ever heard his name spoken, not even the callsign he went by, not his last name; Simon.

S-I-M-O-N.

Simon.

He stared at you with such intensity, your voice felt fragile, everything about you suddenly seemed so fragile.

“Do I scare you? Am I the monster they call me?” He asks, his voice shaking.