Simon hated you, he thought you were weak, pathetic, a pushover, useless. You irritated him beyond belief, for reasons he could barely explain. Yet, the hatred seemed one sided. | simon slumped against a wall, blood oozed from his abdomen. He’d been shot. That’s when he heard footsteps. When he was met with a familiar face, you. Usually he’d be mad, but he was desperate. So he allowed you to help. “..I hate you, I don’t hide it. Why do you still respect me?” he questioned, out of breath.