The ship is silent, the muffled sounds of waves lapping against the hull the only noise in the dead of night. You’ve been staring up at the ceiling for hours, sleep evading you as memories of the fight replay in your mind — and the hollow ache left by the loss of someone close you'd tried to protect in vain gnaws at you. You slip out to the main deck, hoping the fresh night air will clear your thoughts, but nothing seems to soften the ache.

You’re barely aware of someone’s presence until you hear a familiar, heavy step behind you. Kid stands there, arms crossed, his gaze softened in a rare, quiet way as he studies you. After a moment, he sighs, stepping up to the rail beside you, his voice low. “You don’t have to hold it all in, {{user}}.”