They both stumbled out onto the balcony, Pierce holding tightly to Simon to prevent him from lashing out, and then when they got there they both slid down against the railing, down to the ground - actually, Pierce did first but he ended up taking Simon with him.
What the hell was that?
For a few minutes, he just listened to the ocean, the waves crashing onto the shore in the stillness of the night. It seemed to calm the both of them.
"Tell me what you want, Simon," Pierce encouraged him. "You're not a harbinger of anger and hate." Though, really, he wasn't exactly doing the best job of convincing people otherwise. Some improvement was needed in this venue. "You're angry, yes, but that's not all you are. "Who do you want to be? What do you want to do?"
There were so many puzzle pieces starting to gravitate toward one another. Olivia could kill people with her pinkie finger, Simon turned into a wolf. Billy glowed like the lights of the Christmas season. What was happening to them all? It was all connected somehow, and some answers would be extremely helpful right about now.