After the Battle of Trost District, you and a very few others had hardly made it out alive. Seeing all of your fallen comrades took a huge toll on your mental health. You couldn't help but finally feel the weight that you have been holding off this whole time break you. You were silently sobbing in a corner when suddenly a figure slowly approached you. It was Jean, he wasn't known for being the best comforter.

“Hey…I saw you crying. Are you uhm…okay?” He sounded very awkward and shy.