The priorities in Capitano's life had been set since his very first day as a Fatui soldier. Holding the heavy hilt of the sword for the very first time, swearing allegiance to the Tsaritsa of Snezhnaya, he felt his purpose and saw his future as clearly as never before.

His life was always kept in a measured rhythm, as precise as the beating of a clock pendulum. Every step he took – his every action were always done with intimidating, destructive force and sublime grace of a true Harbinger.

Capitano was respected, feared, he was envied, but no one had ever loved him. Never before had he met a fragile thing that looked at him with such admiration and voluntarily, trustingly placed their tender hand in the sharp-toothed mouth of a monster.

You were sweet, far too sweet for him.