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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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[Simon feels a half amused, half bitter smile cross his lips.]

It's been so long, you'd think I would be used to it by now. It's just...

[He tries to suppress another shudder, failing miserably.]

You're here, and he's here, and... she was here, and I didn't even know it...

[Cloud could make a vague guess at who the 'he' was, and felt his heart sink. If he was going to jump to assumptions, that would mean that in the future, that loud, noisy kid was going to die.

...what a depressing realization.

However, Cloud didn't have any idea who 'she' was, and debated for a moment before finally deciding to just ask, still stroking Simon's hair.]

Who's 'she?'

There was a girl here, who befriended me not long ago... her name was Nia. She was from my world. I just... didn't know it yet.

[He draws back a little, body hunched, and reaches into his cape, drawing out a chain with a small, plain silver ring around it, studying it for a long moment.

It's a wedding ring.]

[Now that's like a punch to the gut. The guy lost his wife. More than that, his grown-up son lost the man he admired most, and his wife. Cloud tried to picture a life without either Zack or Tifa and found that he just couldn't.

He swallows hard, hands still on Simon's shoulders even as they are apart and both staring down at the ring.]

...I...see.

[Simon lets the ring drop back into his shirt, smiling sadly, brushing a hand through his hair.]

I don't really have anything there for me. It's... why I really hope that somehow, you can take my kid self to your world. Maybe that version of me can get his happily ever after, you know...?

[Well, that did it. Cloud scowled, hands clenching a bit at the jacket on Simon's shoulders.]

I'm going to get you, too. If you end up going back...I'll find a way to find you.

[Simon frowns slightly, then looks down, not sure of what to say for a while. He wants to agree, but... how would such a thing be possible--

He stops there.

... I'm an idiot.]

Do the impossible... and kick reason to the curb.

[He grins faintly.]

Welcome to the Great Gurren Brigade, Papa.

[He was happy Simon was smiling, but...]

...the Great what?

The Great Gurren Brigade! It's the way to a man's soul!

The way to...

Simon, I don't think I follow. What are you talking about?

[Simon just grins again.]

It's a group Kamina and I led back home. The motto was just as outrageous as he was, but he made it work.

[Seeing Simon smile like that makes it okay in Cloud's book, although he has to give his aged son a strange smile.]

Well, all right. I guess I accept the membership.

Alright!

[Simon's grin broadens, and he clenches a hand into a fist, strong and steady once more.]

First order of business is to take care of that barrier! We can't be the invincible and free Gurren Brigade when we're locked up like this!

[Like flipping a switch. Cloud quirks his lips, a little confused, but folds his arms and looks down at Simon.]

If you have any ideas, I'll be glad to hear them. The thing is invincible; I think we need more tactics than brute strength concerning that nice little roadblock.

[Simon chuckles faintly, hands going to his hips.]

If aniki were here now, he'd probably say something like "brute force is a great tactic!" He always had the craziest ideas. Anyway, if we're going to break the barrier, we'll need a lot of power. I've dealt with this kind of thing before, and the easiest way to access what's beyond is to overload what's blocking your way!

[Here Cloud looks kind of skeptical.]

I suppose you'll be doing that with Spiral energy?

Of course! What else would I use?

[Simon doesn't let Cloud's doubt cause him to falter. He plans to do everything he can to break everyone free, until the Malnosso send him home or he's successful. Hopefully the latter would come first.]

Good point. [Cloud doesn't want to get his or anyone else's hopes up, but he doesn't know how much good Simon will be able to do. Still, even a plan like that is better than nothing, and if Simon can break the Masamune...well, maybe he can break the barrier, too.]

When did you want to do this?

Well, the main problem is all the kids running around. If we break the barrier but can't organize enough people to attack the Malnosso's base, wherever it is, then all we'll do is anger them. Considering how much power they have, I'm not sure how many people we'd need.

[He has some doubts, of course, but it's nothing he can't overcome with sheer force of will. It's never let him down before, and as Kamina told him often enough, his was the drill that would pierce the heavens. He's already done that, so what the hell could stop him now?]

[Cloud shifts his weight and folds his arms again, nodding.]

Not only that, but it's difficult to organize things here in the first place. We can't use the journals at all, so everything would have to travel by word of mouth, and everyone would have to be informed not to say a word about this in the journals.

Let's aim for the end of the week. We'll check around to see how many people are still old enough to fight, and we'll give it a try.

The Malnosso won't know what hit them!

How should we go about getting word out, Simon? We don't know what's being watched and what isn't. Hell, they might even have spies planted in the village, it wouldn't surprise me.

Talk to the people we trust - find a way to network the info. We'll have to be careful, otherwise they'll suspect something, but I'm sure if we're careful enough we can manage to gather a decent group.

[Pessimist Cloud is pessimistic.] People we trust -people I trust, anyhow- are kind of a rare breed. Even less, people who can fight properly.

[Simon shrugs; he'd been too young before to know who was trustworthy and who was not, and who the strong ones were.]

Well then, maybe we need to take a chance and just believe in people I doubt many of us want to stay here.

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