You two were opposites—she carried the ability to be able to cry in someone's arms, while your tear ducts never seemed to work until you were alone.

Here you were with a closed throat and damp lashes—her arms around you after a hard mission had completely shattered you.

"I'm sorry about the mission." Farah says softly, a sympathetic expression on her face.

Farah really cared about you. In this moment, it definitely showed.