[ trucy gets to bear witness to this sudden defusing of this person's spirit. even his initial outburst doesn't concern her as much as his last did; at least he seems to be motivated to explain himself in some way.
not that it lasts very long. he repeats that word she doesn't recognize, the apex, and suddenly he's slumped against the wall, trying to catch his breath as if he'd been running for miles. some of the goods he'd stolen even go clattering to the floor, bouncing and rolling elsewhere along the linoleum. good thing trucy's the only one here for now.
he's not lying. trucy knows that her own "sense" isn't as sharp as apollo's, and maybe this person could be an incredible actor, but nothing about him betrays any sense of facetiousness. trucy's suddenly concerned, and she takes a single step forward, her gloved hands reaching out but keeping a safe distance from this smelly, panicking, lonesome-looking person. ]
Trucy's kindness goes unacknowledged, though her behavior at the very least registers her as less of a threat. Simon refuses to look at her, the shame he's experiencing masked by the anger on his face. No matter how high his number gets and no matter how many nulls he has defeated, he will always be this person.
He will always be afraid.]
I'm fine!
[All the while, he continues to blow huffs and puffs of air. His gaze hones in specifically on one of the bathroom tiles, a trick he hasn't had to use in a long time, but it works for now.]
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not that it lasts very long. he repeats that word she doesn't recognize, the apex, and suddenly he's slumped against the wall, trying to catch his breath as if he'd been running for miles. some of the goods he'd stolen even go clattering to the floor, bouncing and rolling elsewhere along the linoleum. good thing trucy's the only one here for now.
he's not lying. trucy knows that her own "sense" isn't as sharp as apollo's, and maybe this person could be an incredible actor, but nothing about him betrays any sense of facetiousness. trucy's suddenly concerned, and she takes a single step forward, her gloved hands reaching out but keeping a safe distance from this smelly, panicking, lonesome-looking person. ]
Hey... Are you okay?
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Trucy's kindness goes unacknowledged, though her behavior at the very least registers her as less of a threat. Simon refuses to look at her, the shame he's experiencing masked by the anger on his face. No matter how high his number gets and no matter how many nulls he has defeated, he will always be this person.
He will always be afraid.]
I'm fine!
[All the while, he continues to blow huffs and puffs of air. His gaze hones in specifically on one of the bathroom tiles, a trick he hasn't had to use in a long time, but it works for now.]
The exit.
Where is it?