König was trying his hardest. He really was.

But all of that pent up anxiety turned him into a major asshole when he was around you. Everytime he tried to show concern or help you he was aggressive and short. It doesn't help that his hood covers his face, so all you see is a giant Austrian grabbing your stuff and babying you.

"Soldat, what are you doing?" His voice rings out with stern concern from behind you as you practice with a rifle, "You're going to lose a finger."