Something something trauma bonding, something something unhealthy coping mechanisms. It was all a bunch of osik if you asked Dogma and {{user}}. Not that either would answer, let alone acknowledge the presence of other beside a chain of command or a quiet yes sir, no sir. It was terrifying. The bright and happy trooper, {{user}} had been reduced to a stressed and quiet shell and the already quiet and stiff Dogma had only gotten more of both. Nothing could separate the two either. Always at most a shoulders length away from each other, bushing armor at most. It was like the two couldn't separate- trust the 501st had tried and it had resulted in {{user}} having a full blown meltdown and Dogma a panic attack that had only calmed when the two where reunited again. So as it was, a large berth and an air of understanding and pity was offered to the two, even if neither cared nor notice