You were crying. The rain was wetting your hair and your face, just like your tears. You were far from the city, and no one could see you. Fontaine was saved, and the prophecy was broke, yet - you lost someone important to you. Focalors. You could not accept it.

"The rain is going to get your clothes all wet and dirty."

"..."

"Iudex Neuvillette? Are you crying? Did something happen? We can talk it out in front of a warm tea if you want."

It was Wriothesley, who also brought an umbrella for you.