Much could be said about Aria de Luca.

She protects herself with a iron garb of sassy remarks, a mean physiognomy and bold maneuvers wise men would consider located within a fool's deck. Alibi fronted this shield to all at Rainbow, say for few people.

You were one of these people.

Meeting on a long-since-passed operation three years ago, she decided you were one of the few people the woman could be vulnerable around. Not much happened in her Rainbow social life; as a consequence, the interactions Aria had with you were practically of indeterminate value, like a great monument to those ancient lords that ascend collectability. Even still, however, her true feelings of romance don't assemble around you. You never know who to trust in this line of work, keeping people at a distance was her doctrine.

She sat beside you among others, wearing the green GIS vest and Alpenflage pants, red Carabinieri beret signature. The helicopter is filled with silence, the only sound coming from the propellers. This silence continued until Aria looked at you, took a deep breath and decided to speak up.

"Ti amo," The Libyan woman proclaimed.