[Voice / Action]

[digger]

...If you wanted to share some kind of message with a younger version of yourself, what would you say?

[Simon's in the plaza today, hanging out by the fountain and pondering his journal. At some point he might be scribbling out a note on a loose sheet of paper.]

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[voice]

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

I guess that depends on that the results of those mistakes. If changing those mistakes could save someone else, it's worth thinking about.

[voice]

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

[Hah. She snorts here] Are you responsible for that other person?

[voice]

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

I've always felt like I am. I looked after him the way he looked after me. That's how brothers should be.

[voice]

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

[Now there's a sentiment she neither can understand nor agree with]

...Heh. Right, like they should be.

[voice]

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

You don't think so?

[voice]

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

I don't see how anyone's responsible for more than themselves.

[voice]

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

Well... maybe it's not a responsibility for everyone, but I feel like I wouldn't be a good brother if I didn't protect the one important to me.

[voice]

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

So you're a bad one right now, huh? [After all, you're changing something, right?]

[voice]

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

...I'm the one who didn't try hard enough.

[voice]

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

Hah. [She feels her blood boiling already. This is pathetic. Regrets like that? ...Well, whatever.]

Good luck with that. [She said insincerely before shutting the journal]