Simon kept drinking. The bottle was almost empty. He didn't like talking about this. "Well, York will be like a clean slate." He frowned. He could forget everything that had passed and he would never have to tell Zech. He'd be a new man once he was there and out of this hell, so it wouldn't matter anymore, would it? "Well... When you visit, I'll be doing great, I promise."

When Elijah would visit, he would be in fucking prison.