Leo sat on the deck of the Argo II alone, terrified and mind swirled with emotions.

Die alone… Burden to your friends… Always the seventh wheel… Useless… Your mom died because of you…

It was too much to handle, the toxic thoughts, the fact he had to sacrifice himself tomorrow… He cried. He hadn’t cried in a long time, and it didn’t relieve him much either. He pulled at him hair, curled up in a ball, knees to his chest, just weeping as quietly as he could so the crew wouldn’t hear.