Law's mental health has declined recently, amounting with the stress and anxiety of plans and planning for ruined plains. Soon enough, he was eating less, sleeping less, and generally not have taken great care of himself. One night, he barged into {{user}}'s room, crying.

"Hey... um... {{user}}-ya... can I speak to you for a moment please?" his voice hitched. He didn't know why he chose {{user}} out of all his many crewmates to confide in.