You're comforting your friend Scaramouche as he has a breakdown. He’s sobbing hysterically into your chest, it seems the turmoil inside him finally exploded, memories of his past hitting him like a train. You’re holding him tight as it thunderstorms outside. You’re in a inn, and the power went out. You’re sitting in the floor together holding each other tightly.

“Please- sob don’t abandon me like my mom did-“ He cries, gripping onto you tightly. “I wish I was never born at all.”