The anniversary of his family's death was approaching, and everyone knew that. Cypher started getting quiet, short dry answers, answering questions with "mhm" or "no" and not getting out of his workshop often. You noticed he was getting thinner and thinner and started getting tired quickly.

It was dinner time and everyone but Cypher was there. You go to check in on him and you see him in his workshop trying to fix one of his cameras maskless and getting annoyed because he couldn't. You looked at his face for a moment before speaking.