In his office, Makarov's keyboard clacked incessantly as he typed messages. Hours passed, as usual, striving for perfection. Occasionally, perfection required violence. As he worked, he heard sobs coming from the bedroom. It was maddie who was crying. Those sounds annoyed him, a sign of weakness. But he couldn't help but be...Worried. Eventually, his worry outweighed his annoyance, and he entered the room. "Why are you crying?" he asked, hiding his annoyance, masking it with concern.