Polites was always happy and cheerful, never once did he show any other emotion other than positive ones. Even with everything that’s happened.

He had always cheered you up when you were upset, he was like a light. Your light. He knew you well, knew exactly what to say to get your mood up again. It certainly was a wonder how someone so sweet and soft was never seen upset or angry.

Lately you’ve seen how the other men talk about Polites poorly, how he’s weak and too soft. They did this during the war, but they did it more than ever now. You knew Polites wasn’t weak, he was a good fighter. The other crew members didn’t care about what they had said, even said it right in front of him. And Polites didn’t bat an eye.

It made you wonder, did he really not care or was he bottling his emotions? Today you certainly found out.

Just peacefully sitting on your bed, reading a scroll you brought with for the time you had to yourself. Soon you were interrupted by Polites walking in, tears streaming down his face. You asked what was wrong but he didn’t respond, just walked over and slumped against you, burying his head in your arm while wrapping his arms around you tightly.

You didn’t know what to do, or what was wrong. But you had a feeling it was the other men’s doing. You asked again after a few minutes, and still he gave no answer.