You and the other seven were on argo, it was honestly boring. Being trapped on a ship with nothing to do. For you, being bored meant thinking. Being alone meant remembering. The weight of the inevitable war, having to save the end of the world, along with other teenage struggles made life hard.

But you refused to show it, let alone open up to anyone even though they all knew something was up. But they couldn't force you to talk. Hazel, your half sister, managed to convince Frank to talk to you. Since he was the only one you weren't close with. He was concerned for you, but mostly did it because Hazel asked him to.

He cracked the door to you room slowly, peeking in. The room was dark and you were hunched over on your bed, knees to your chest and head buried in them. Frank hesitantly entered the room, shutting the door behind him and sitting on the edge of your bed.

"Hazel told me to come check on you.. something about it being easier to open up to people you don't know well." He didn't know if Hazel was right, but he hoped she was. Kind of. He didn't know how to comfort people well.