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So many people have changed again... and a lot of them have gone back to normal. I guess it was expected, considering most Malnosso experiments last about a week, but--

...why... am I still here?

Or more importantly, why am I still this age?

I thought I'd be sent back for sure. Is... this how I'll be from now on?

~~Should I be happy or what...?~~

[ooc: Simon's still 28 of course! Strikes hackable. Computer geek Simon is not.]

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I don't want to upset you. I know this is hard enough on you already.

What's hard enough on me?

Denzel and I being adults like this. I know it's been awkward...

Surprisingly, I can deal with this. I've been in situations slightly more awkward.

Really? That's amazing.

I guess I'm just... nervous. To be honest, I don't want to go back to where I was.

...I don't want you to go back either, if that's how you feel about it.

Though it isn't like we're ever given much choice about that. I guess it's kind of pointless to make a big deal out of it.

Simon. How long have you been alone?

Wh-what? Who says I've been alone? I've had Boota!

Simon.

......

......

......

It's been seven years.

...why?

There were... a lot of reasons. I'd spent too much time confined by power, both mine and what belonged to those around me. I guess I wanted a taste of freedom for a while. It was time to walk away before I did something I'd regret forever.

Things... happen... when power is abused. I'm sure you know that.

Yeah. I do.

Where are you right now?

In the backyard. I was thinking about trying to fix the drill, actually, if you want to be there when I do it.

Yeah. Probably a good idea in case it breaks again.

... Well, I don't think you could fix it using my method, but it would still be good for you to see it...

Oh. Damn.

Yeah, I'll be out there in a second. Hold on.

[And Simon's sitting on a little stool near the house in the yard, drill-staff propped against his shoulder, spinning the little hand-held drill - child-sized, of course - between his fingers, studying the damage carefully. He still wasn't sure how strong his Spiral power was in Luceti, but he did know one thing - he had the power to repair damaged Ganmen, so why not this, too?]

[Cloud hops down the steps of the back porch, wandering over and folding his arms, leaning over to peer curiously at the drill. He didn't see any tools.]

How're you going to fix it?

[Simon's answer is simple and to the point, though he knows it likely won't make much sense to Cloud until he starts.]

Spiral power. It's an ability that I have.

[He says no more on the matter, giving the drill another once over, then narrows his visible eye, focusing intently on the drill in his hands. There's a quick flare of green light, traveling from his hands to the handle of the drill, and before their eyes the broken handle mends itself out of nothing. He doesn't stop there, moving his hands very gently towards the ground-down tip, wincing almost imperceptibly, but showing nowhere near the amount of pain he had when Cloud had first discovered the damage. As his hand passes over the missing point, it phases back into view, clean and sharp as if nothing had ever happened.

Simon finishes with a soft, slightly tired sigh, leaning back a bit - and if Cloud is paying attention, he might spot an unusual green glow behind the eyepatch.]

[...well that's new. Cloud straightens, giving Simon an appraising once-over, definitely not missing the glow behind his eyepatch nor the vaguely weary expression he now sports.]

Spiral power, huh...? Can it do anything else?

Just about anything or so I've heard.

[Simon offers Cloud a wry smile.]

That's what makes it so dangerous.

[He lifts up the newly repaired drill, offering it out to Cloud.]

All done. If it gets broken again, ah... get Kamina to give my younger self a pep talk or something. That usually boosts my Spiral power like nothing else.

[Cloud takes the drill, fingers tracing the groves and marveling. It looked even better than it did when Simon had found it. His next words come out quietly though, but no less firm.]

...Can it change the weather?

[Simon blinks at that, surprised for a moment, then lowers his eyes, nodding slowly.]

When I was fourteen I made it rain for seven days.

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