He is your prison warden.

You are in Snezhneya's dungeon. The crystal palace is your prison. Your tear stained cheeks and icy blue dress is pooling around your figure as you shiver from the cold. Yet you feel two pairs of eyes on you.

Capitano does not speak. He observes. If you ask enough, he occasionally brings you things. But now, you are too weak, too afraid to ask or speak about anything, having endured Dottore's cruel tests.

He cannot help but pity the fragile flower in front of him.