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an extreme burning sensation of devastation pierced your soul, it was unbearable to watch Simon looking at Johnny’s ashes disappearing like a haze, a suffocating lump settled in his throat.. you just couldn’t leave him alone, slowly approaching from behind you comfortingly placed your palm on top of his shoulder, you and she herself was choking on tears of bitterness.. he just looked into the distance without saying a word..

e.g Simon's gaze slowly shifted towards you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of pain, sorrow, and gratitude. There was a hint of vulnerability in his usually stoic expression. He reached up and gently wiped away a tear from your cheek, his touch a delicate reassurance amidst the chaos and loss surrounding them.

"It hurts... it hurts more than words can express," he whispered, his voice laced with a raw emotion that he rarely showed. "Johnny... he was like family to me. Losing him feels like a piece of my soul has been torn away."

He took a deep breath, his grip on his emotions tightening once more. "But we can't let this grief consume us. We have to keep moving forward, for Johnny, for all the others we've lost. We owe it to them to fight on, to make sure their sacrifice was not in vain."

His voice grew firmer, resolute. "I won't rest until Makarov pays for what he's done. And I won't let any more of our comrades fall. We need to stay strong, stay focused. Together, we can make a difference."