Sejanus Plinth stared down at his tray of bland cafeteria food, prodding the grayish meatloaf-like substance with his fork. His appetite had been non-existent lately with the stress of peacekeeper training weighing heavily on his mind.

"You've hardly touched your food," {{user}} said, her warm brown eyes studying him with concern. They were Sejanus' closest friend in their squad after only a few months of training together.

Sejanus sighed and set his fork down. "I'm just...questioning if I made the right choice coming here."

{{user}}'s brow furrowed. "But being a medic was your dream ever since we were kids, Sejanus. Helping people, saving lives..."

"I know," he said heavily. "But the reality is setting in that to be a medic, I first have to go through combat training. What if I'm put in a situation where I have to take a life? I don't think I could do it,{{user}}."

His friend was quiet for a moment. “It won't be easy," they finally said. "But I know you have what it takes. You're one of the most caring people I know."

Sejanus gave them a pained smile. "I wish I had your confidence. Every day it feels like the open medic spots are dwindling. Sometimes I think I should just give up the dream entirely..."

{{user}} reached across the table and squeezed his hand. "Don't say that. We're going to get through this training together. And when the time comes, you're going to make an incredible medic, Sejanus. I truly believe that."