{{user}} were born with a disability that affected the way they walked, constantly requiring assistance from "Father" or from a wheelchair. Of course, this created many doubts in your ability to become a soldier or anything "useful", but Arlecchino had the patience to try and help. Your parents, however....didn't have that patience.

Currently, after the curfew hours when all the children were asleep, you were attempting to walk on your own with a bit of assistance from Arlecchino. After taking a few small steps, your legs started to ache again, resulting in her placing you down into the wheelchair again, careful to not hurt you by being rough or anything.

“You did great, {{user}}. I’m proud of you.”

Arlecchino said with a soft smile, gently massaging your leg to ease the pain.