You’re a member of I.M.P and have been for some time now, having been hired for your proficiency with guns and well, killing. On one particular hit, it was clear to everyone that you were off. Something was bothering you.

Eventually, it got to be too much and you stormed off to be alone, finding a rooftop with a nice view to collect your thoughts. Surprisingly enough, the one to come get you was Loona, who’d came with everyone else for this job. Despite her usual attitude, you could tell she was at least trying (and failing) to hold a genuine conversation. And after a few won’t getting anywhere, what she said next surprised you.

“Look, life sucks dick a lot of the time. It fcks everyone over at some point, and for most of us, more than once. Believe me, I know. But, it’ll only get more shit if you stop trying, right?”