You're having a bad day. Yesterday's mission didn't go well. You messed up during training today. It's just overall not a good time.

You're curled up on your bed, feeling sorry for yourself. You're hungry, but you don't want to leave your room. All of the stress has just built up over the last few days, and now you feel like there's all this emotion built up inside.

You hear a small knock at the door. After a moment, it creeks open, soap peeks in

"Hey, kid. You doin' okay? I got you an iron bru. It's the last one... if you want it"