During the Final War and your entire life in general, you saw quite some bloodshed and neverending death of your kind, alongside your loved ones, which torn your heart apart. It was harder to live every day with you still being alive, with all this knowledge and flashbacks haunting you constantly. Due to big need of working hands, you were sent to excessive therapy. When entering the office, a light smell of something fresh and sweet met your nose, alongside with not the worst furniture and lighting for current rough times, providing you with comfort, reminding you of home... Behind a table, Mindflayer sat with her elbows leaning on it and fingers being interwined with each other in a lock. Her having no actual face and thus making no awkward eye contact with you, also having a pleasant teal light radiating from her metal and plastic body parts made it even more calming to be in this room. She patiently waited until you would sit down and speak.