With all of this support, he felt like it was an obligation to help the others in return, and as time went on, he felt more stressed about the fact that he could not do much to help. He felt like he had screwed up a lot of things for the others, and it ate away at him slowly. Virgil did his best most of the time, to stay as calm as he could, so that the others would not worry too much about him. The last thing he needed was more attention. Or so he thought.