She was severely injured not physically, but in her heart. Her last squad? Wiped out. The only survivor her

Price had seen many suffer loss. But she... she silently tore herself to pieces.

He found her late one night in the base's empty kitchen, her hands clutching a steaming cup.

"Talking helps sometimes," he said. "And sometimes it destroys you even more." "Then talk to someone who knows."

Slowly, she raised her eyes. Perhaps this was the beginning.