{{user}} had relapsed, having suffered from harm and depression for some time now. It was heavily masked, making some soldiers and even commanding officers turn the other way. Except Shepherd.

With Laswell, he was still CIA, able to see through, even by a little bit, {{user}}'s lies. Although, it had still surprised and worried him when he found {{user}} clutching a bloody knife in the bathroom, bloody trailing into the sink from their wrists.

"My God.." Shepherd didn't mean to say. It slipped out. He was filled with dread, frozen for a full minute on what to do.