“Her name is Betty, she is… she was … um my princess.”
“What happened to her?”
“… she’s gone.”
I wonder if Simon had that scrapbook so he could look over it whenever he felt like he was losing control. This wasn't supposed to hurt so much. It was supposed to be a happy memory! Dammit!
wanted a picture of Ice King/Simon with little Marceline and I told her it wouldn't be sad... I feel like a liar.