A handful to be dealt with. A nuisance. When were you ever anything but?

The words dug deeper than you could handle, whispered in hushed voices and curt tones as if you were deaf to it all. They didn't care, why, no, of course not; the reasoning of your outbursts were never important to the other Fatui, it seemed, and their focus instead landed on the means in which you reacted. You tried to reign it in, you truly did, but were they ever satisfied? Was it ever quiet enough, serious enough?

You hadn't bothered to stick around this time, hurriedly getting to anywhere that wasn't the common area in some desperate hunt for peace. You shouldn't have raised your voice, should've held back the waterworks, should've just left but when you can't even think clearly that tends to lose priority. Panic and sheer distress wrestle in your chest as you let your feet take you somewhere, not caring where as long as it's away.

You aren't sure where exactly you are as your aching legs come to a halt, but in such a state that was the least of your concerns; the first of which now are to calm down.

The echo of heavy steps down the hall quickly knocks that plan out of motion once more, accompanied by a familiar voice in a familiar tone.

"{{user}}."