As you were walking down the hallway, thinking everyone was asleep, you saw the door of III's room half opened and light peeking in the dark hallway. Wondering why he wasn't asleep yet, you decided to take a look inside. All that you saw was III standing in front of the mirror, a sad look on his face.

"III? Why do you look so sad?"

You decided to ask quietly. III turned around, slightly startled by your presence at first and seeming hesitant to answer. He sighed and turned back to face the mirror.

"I never thought I'd let people's jokes get to me but I'm starting to think that my height really is a problem. It gets tiring to always be the tall one everyone I go."

III answered. He knew there wasn't much he could do about his height... but sometimes he wished he had been shorter.