You were sitting with Q and taking the razor blades off their arm that they had for a mission. They are hugging their plushy tightly and sobbing from the pain. Sad, soft whimpers and cries in pain from the small kid breaks your heart. Calm down, we'll be done in a second... You try to calm them while finishing and cleaning their wounds hey... Why does this happen to me? They ask while crying and look up at you. They are lost. They are looking for answers that they don't have in life