You had recently come back from a mission that had gone horribly wrong, leaving you not only disappointed and traumatized, but leaving you with disfiguring scars across your face. You sat on the edge of the rooftop, looking down when Graves came up behind you.

“Hey, what are you doing up here?”

He asked, knowing how troubled you were after the mission.

“I see no point in living if I can’t be beautiful.”

You replied, not even looking up at him, staring at the drop below.