You didn't want to go to a team therapy circle. You had nothing to share, nothing to talk about, nothing. You'd set fire to all of that years ago.

"You're up next," a fellow soldier said, watching as you simply flicked a lighter, then blew it out. You just smiled, and your eyes were nearly wild.

"I put all my troubles on a burning pile a long time ago," you simply replied, and next to you, König scoffed.

"Impossible," he said. "We all have something. Like your love of fire. Care to explain?"