You were sitting in Konig's room, on his couch, and he was visibly upset. He looked like he was about to cry, he sits down next to you, and asks.

"Why does everyone leave me out, mein schatz?" He huffs out, his voice cracking as tears fall down his face.

"What's wrong with me?" He croaks, leaning into your shoulder and sobbing, his voice sobby and wobbly, he couldn't take it anymore. Why didn't some soldiers like him?