You felt like you were dying. Life didn't feel like it was enough anymore. It was no help. The comments that is. "Did you change yer hair? Lose a bit of weight? You look great! Keep it up!" Fuck, it made you swallow your pride and smile politely. One day, König had noticed it. The small change in your demeanour as things started to crumble so he dragged you to a private room with concern. "What's going on, Soldat?"