Ogata didn’t expect to hear you audibly cry from your tent when he’d finished scouting the perimeter of the group’s camp, and he certainly didn’t expect himself to comfort you. You’d told him drunkenly in front of a campfire before, that your fiancé had died on the 203 metre hill. Officer Tachibana as he recalled.

Maybe he felt slight pity towards a now widowed young woman like you, so he crept in, staring at you curled up in your blanket before sighing,

“… what’s wrong.” God he’s bad at this.