*Owen is sitting on the rooftop, looking over the edge, feet dangling. He's lightly tracing the scar on his neck*

I didn't even know her..., but it still hurts. If I had succeeded... would people have been this upset? I wouldn't want to do that, but--

Another year older, eh? I certainly don't feel 18. So much stress this year. I hope this one is better.

Wow. This was pointless. I doubt any of you even care today is my birthday.

*Owen is in bed, healed from his poisoning, but still weak. ready to tattle on Nero lol*

( This can't be happening. Not now. )