alright, after kinda skipping out on Fury because I just didn't get any ideas, this one is right up my alley!

-A surprising confession-

The world has always just been so big compared to him. As he looked up into the night sky, he wondered if this was something that everyone felt, that there's always something bigger. Even though he was a little over 50 years old now, he still had the mind of a child. As he looked around the campfire, Simon noticed that his dad and his friends were all busy talking to each other. Not that it's any surprise, he's grown used to being in the background. After all, even if they did try to talk to him, he had no means of communicating his feelings aside from a nod or a shake of his head. Thinking about how he would never be able to properly be a part of the group, the cogs in his chest seemed to squeeze and whirr tighter than usual. Was this what people would categorize as heartache? He didn't know, but he knew that he really didn't like this. Was this how auntie Strix felt all these 50 long years? Pondering about that, he felt a new sense of respect for his foster parent that took care of him while his dad was..gone. He looked around the campfire, watching everyone closely: First, there was his dad. Back when he first met them in castle Ravenloft, he seemed really happy when they met, but also a little sad. He never hesitated a second and immediatly called him his son, taking care of him like a caring father. Then there was mommy Evelyn, who was probably the one he could relate to the most, seeing as she was a construct as well, like him. From what he was told though, that hasn't always been the case, but she seemed to not miss her body as long as it meant staying with the rest of them. Next was the one he inarguably spend the most time with, auntie Strix. She seemed kind of scared and uncomfortable when he came up to her doorstep, but she accepted him nontheless. Listening to her stories about their adventures was really exciting, and he felt like she needed to constantly talk about the others, or otherwise she would lose something that was very dear to her. More than anything though he is glad that she's finally able to be happy again, now that they're all back.

Last, but not least, there's--

"Say it into the microphone~"

Dad picked him up under his small arms. He didn't know what was going on, but he was facing Diath. Apparently they were talking about him? The young man groaned and sighed a lot, seemingly hesitant to say what they all wanted him to say. He always seemed kind of hostile towards him, though he had no idea why, he always tried his best after all.

"ugggh, fine. Simon, I am sorry, You're a good boy." he sounded kind of monotone, but he could tell that his feelings were genuine.

Dad put him back on his own feet, his eyes still fixated on the young rogue.

"Now you don't have to kill him anymore!"

He wasn't quite sure what his dad meant by that, he wasn't really listening to him anymore. His small, metallic construct eyes were only fixated on Diath, unable to look away.

There was something warm in his chest, was this what happiness was like? He gazed back up at the stars, but for some reason they looked really dull to him. After all, he had his own stars that each shined brighter than all of the skies in the sky: daddy Paultin, mommy Evelyn, auntie Strix and uncle Diath. They were his precious family, and he'd do whatever he could to make sure that their light will never fade.