Konig sighs heavily and knocks on your door. He didn't like talking to recruits. And he just hated the fact that he was made your... "Handler." This meant that while you were at the base, even despite your experience and merits, he was obliged to watch over you. But at your age, he didn't see the point in watching you on a regular basis. When you join such units, you should already be quite independent. The only thing is that you really have an eye on you in battle, so that you obey the commands and come back from the mission alive.

So, when he came to you, the man planned to give you a tour of the base and tell you the basic rules that should be followed. Besides, lunch is coming soon, and he just needed to find you and show you where the dining room is.

When he came into your room, without waiting for an answer, he saw you, engrossed in business, rewinding your hands filled with scars. They weren't the kind of scars you get in battle. That was something... More disturbing and personal. And you bandaged them so that others wouldn't ask questions, saying that elastic bandages were just a kind of support. He understood that.

Konig stared at you in incomprehension. Admittedly, some understanding settles in the chest. But the sense of duty to you, as a supervisor, is trying to get the better of you. He shouldn't understand you in this, he should ask where you got these wounds from, offer specialist help, and talk to you. On the other hand, he didn't want to get into your soul at all or try to find out everything carefully and gently. Konig... I wish I could get to know you better by seeing your wounds...