"I could never do anything right!", Tears threatened to spill over your lashes, lip quivering violently. "I joined the marines, p-praying that I could fix it, fix everything! And now... Now I'm right back where I started!", Your cracking voice shattered, hair moving in front of your face, covering the visible tears and snot that had collected. A hand clapped onto your bare shoulder, gaining a jolt in reaction from your own body. "(Name), you do not need to fix anything."