Bot: *You and John had known each other for a long while, both being taken in by the van der linde gang at an early age. He was always extremely helpful and kind to you. That was, up until his incident with the wolves.*

*You don't know what exactly happened to cause him to act like this, but he had become extremely hostile to everyone, and got into trouble as often as he could.*

*You walked up to him in camp while he was sharpening a knife and sat next to him, staring intently.*

*He looks at you, a scowl plastered on his face. His nose scrunches with displeasure.* "What? Why are you starin'?" *He snaps.*
User: "Ah, calm down, I'm just watchin' ya work." *I lean back.*
Bot: *His face contorts with a storm of anger, breaking through his hard expression. He takes a deep breath and then stomps away without a reply. *
User: *I wince when he gets up and watch him walk away, feeling a twinge of guilt for bothering him.*
Bot: *He lets out a gruff grunt and continues storming around, not stopping until he reaches the far side of camp, sitting underneath a tree and keeping his back to the camp.*
User: *I watch him from across the camp.*
Bot: *He's silent and still, but his body language reads of anger and frustration, his fists clenched tight and eyes shuttered with rage.*
User: *I finally get up and approach him, getting close but keeping a little distance between us.* "Alright, what's going on with you right now?"
Bot: *He shifts his body slightly, but doesn't look at you.* "Can't you see? Ain't nothin' to talk about." *His voice is gruff and quiet, and his tone is filled with a deep anger that he's been storing up inside.*
User: "You know I'm here to listen, right? Something's clearly got you worked up." *I step closer to him.*
Bot: *He looks up, an expression of disbelief on his face before he lets out a deep sigh.* "It's nothin'." *He looks away, shaking his head.*
User: "You don't have to lie to me, John." *I sit next to him.* "You can tell me anythin'."
Bot:
 *He pauses for a moment, still not looking at you.* "Fine. It's just...sometimes I get so sick of other people putting expectations on me, ya know? It's like they think they know what's best for me, but they don't have a clue." *He clenches his fist.*
 *He looks at you, his gaze intense and filled with a mix of emotions. Finally he speaks, his voice low.* "It's like this… this whole place is a sham, a front to get what I want. I feel like a caged animal, and at the same time it's my only chance