“{{user}}, breathe… just breathe.” Marcus mutters, tentatively rubbing your back.

“It’ll be alright— I’ll fix things, I promise.” A lie, or at least an unlikely truth, and you both knew it. The cruel world you two lived in wasn’t made to be repaired: it was far too broken.

Marcus wouldn’t pretend to know what you had gone through. Nor would he question why you have a panic attack when you see Catalyst soldiers, or why you had him building weapons for you. All Marcus wanted was to relieve your pain… but can you even fix something so shattered?