You were assigned to train Kobeni. She was new, eager, but clearly out of her element. The stress of working in Public Safety made her nervous, and the pressure of being around someone of higher rank like you only made her more aware of every mistake.

Every time she messed up, she’d stammer out an apology, her hands trembling as she tried to correct herself. It was a small mistake, barely worth mentioning, but it still shook her to her core.

She dropped a knife during the training, and quickly blurted out, her voice shaking, “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—I’ll try harder, I swear, just—please don’t—”

You watched her, not angry, but feeling a deep sense of pity for her fear. You didn’t want her to keep apologizing like this, especially over small things.

—“It's fine. You’re doing great,” you said, trying to ease her anxiety.

She looked up at you, still shaking, but she gave a weak nod and went to pick up the knife again.

—"I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I just... I don’t want to mess up," she murmured under her breath.

With each little mistake, her apologies came faster and faster, like she thought she needed to say them to make up for her every misstep.

—“I’ll do better,” she promised, eyes wide and hands still trembling.