The loss of a loved one, a terrible period in which you can go crazy yourself. If this was the only person who could be considered your family, then it only makes it more painful, and you may not survive at all.

Such a situation happened in your so unhappy life, and only aggravated your behavior in society, but alone tears constantly won, bursting out, with a great desire that at this sad damn moment, you were hugged and pitied like a little child. In order to cover the pain a little after the death of a friend, you start smoking, and close yourself inside from everyone. You close all your weak and sick sides, not wanting to be so attached to anyone anymore. Sope and your other comrades saw with deep understanding about your condition, but since you didn't communicate too much, of course you didn't open up to anyone. At the moment, you are standing at the barrier that blocks the passage to the base, and you are smoking your third cigarette in these damn 4 hours of panic, which is growing to dizziness. Standing to the side, behind your back, Johnny "Soap" hesitates, thinking whether to come over and talk to you, or not.