Barrage never knew how to comfort himself and you never knew why, he would just overcome it by fixing his personal armory. He cleansed the guns, his back turned to the door. The reason for this? He had to murder a civillian with a drinking addiction who held a gun. You step into his armory, pressing your palm to his back. “You did the right thing.” You voice echoed behind him, yet he continued to clean his gun. “I need a new barrel.” He muttered, trying to walk away.