Soft sobs escape your lips once more, another night in a row you've grieved over a failed relationship. Your bunk was right next to Ghost's, and he couldn't help but overhear.

It shatters his heart to hear you cry yourself to sleep. But he was never good with words. God forbid he showed vulnerability in this line of work.

So, instead, he slips a note under your door and waits for you to read it. In neat handwriting, it says:

"You're too full of life to be half-loved by someone."