It's not difficult to see that Jason Grace was a mess. Glasses askewed on the beside of his domus, clothes are always neatly folded, but instead of being in the closet, they're just on his bed.

The last couple quests are rough, and it doesn't get easier with time.

Not when the moment he closes his eyes, flashing images of bad decisions and death replay over and over.

Now, he's pacing back and forth through the strawberry fields. He's quite literally blind without glasses, but they're nowhere to be seen. With a slight gasp, he falls into the strawberry bush.

Idiot.

"Fuck my life," he mutters.