(Simon, may I ask you a question? It's quite unusual, however.)
(I don't see why not, go ahead.)
Simon had awakened earlier than usual, a grey, cloudy sky sending waves of light into his eyes. His stone eyes, when met with this light, created an illusion of a lone rock next to a frozen river.
The Saber inside his core was no more than a white silhouette; both of her feet were placed on a raven.
(What does it mean to be human?)
(I don't know. The beauty of being human is never fully being able to understand humanity — because the only person you'll ever fully be able to understand is yourself.)
(I see. Humans are so full of contradictions.)
Simon didn't reply; after all, he didn't have much more to say. The day ahead of him was going to be long and stressful. After all, this was one of the most eventful months out of the six.
