Simon is dead.
After all the worrying I had done about having to take care of him myself, he saved me the trouble... Last night he snuck away from us long enough to make his way to the cliffs and he jumped. I always knew Simon was smart, we both knew a fall like that wouldn’t leave anything to bring back, and he knew the burden he’d become on us. Like a real man took his death into his own hands, rather than cower in fear of when one of us would turn and do what needed to be done. It is indeed a shame that we’ve come to this, but some comfort can still be found in moments like these. When men do what is right. It’s is the hardest thing to find these days, there is no reward for morality, and the only justice left is what you make your own.
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