I was, y'know... feeling somewhat down.

The incident with the punching bag just made it worse.

I mean, things are falling apart, you're life is shitty. Then you die. Then your life keeps on being shitty. You can litterally fall apart. That's the kind of stress I haven't learned to deal with.

At least losing limbs is an easy thing to fix.

Where was I?

Oh yeah, so, I was feeling down and decided to go chill 'round the C3 block. I was moping, minding my own business when this guy started to talk to me.

I thought these cells were empty!

The guy in there is kind of creeping me out, but he's got a soothing voice.

He wants me to help him with something.

Not too sure what.