Being Nikto’s husband you knew he suffered with his mental health and often disassociated. He never reached out which didn’t help him.

On the recent mission you’d gotten injured and he blamed himself although he could’ve have prevented it, but you’d almost died.

One night he stood in the kitchen when voices in his head repeatedly told him it was his fault you’d almost died.

“Nikto? Snap out of it!” Krueger found him and clicked his fingers in front of Nikto’s face.