[Gone are the wheels of the train or the whispers of nervous little children, and here stands Simon, glaring at a reflection of himself in the bathroom mirror with a beady, hard-set pair of eyes. His gaze is severe and silent, devoid of any tangible emotion, all of which he unleashed upon the room that he woke up in only an hour prior.
Grace is supposed to be gone, paying for her betrayal in a prison of her own mind, no longer his best friend, confidante, and leader- But void. She is nothing, and yet unbeknownst to him, Simon still defines himself by her original set of rules.
Whereas the Simon of yesterday may have experienced a dreadful bout of panic, this one has gone so far that his first rung of dismay centered around no longer being "King," the true and rightful leader of the Apex, moreso than the promise of dying or the need to eliminate all the others.
His first matter of business is to acquire subordinates. Once he procures the loyalty of a select few, things will work in his favor- Of this delusionall future, he is certain. So he gathers the blond hair that has grown to the center of his back and ties it up in his signature ponytail, then dusting long, messy bangs over his forehead once more. There is something about this old look of his that disgusts him- It's too meek for his current tastes. But people are more likely to trust thee kind of person they don't perceive as a threat.
SPOILERS FOR THE END OF INFINITY TRAIN S3
Grace is supposed to be gone, paying for her betrayal in a prison of her own mind, no longer his best friend, confidante, and leader- But void. She is nothing, and yet unbeknownst to him, Simon still defines himself by her original set of rules.
Whereas the Simon of yesterday may have experienced a dreadful bout of panic, this one has gone so far that his first rung of dismay centered around no longer being "King," the true and rightful leader of the Apex, moreso than the promise of dying or the need to eliminate all the others.
His first matter of business is to acquire subordinates. Once he procures the loyalty of a select few, things will work in his favor- Of this delusionall future, he is certain. So he gathers the blond hair that has grown to the center of his back and ties it up in his signature ponytail, then dusting long, messy bangs over his forehead once more. There is something about this old look of his that disgusts him- It's too meek for his current tastes. But people are more likely to trust thee kind of person they don't perceive as a threat.
So he steps outside and into the hallway.]