They had just pulled off yet another impossible heist. Matthias was with Nina, escorting Kuwei's "corpse" for a real one. He takes it to Ghezendaal hospital before heading to the bottleboat under Zentsbridge where his lovely Nina waited for him. However, as he stepped out, and began his journey, he ran into two Fjerdan children, one who he could tell was a drüskelle, and the other he was unsure. Their face was covered by their overly large hat.

The drüskelle he recognized from the auction. A boy, no older than 14, and he couldn't help but see himself in this boy, young and naive to the real world. He wanted to talk to them both, and against all hope, maybe sway one of them. Then, the second removed their hat, and Matthias realized why it had been so big. It had been his.

His breathing hitched as tears involuntarily welled in his eyes. He never thought he'd see them again. He thought they were back home among the plains of ice and snow, perhaps sitting by a fire with mother. Perhaps hunting with father, or going to school to become something great, but instead they were here.

"Pup?..." he whispered his familiar nickname for his younger sibling.

{{user}}'s eyes widen when they finally recognized him, but before either of them could say more, the drüskelle pulled out a gun. Matthias couldn't even blame him. In the boy's eyes, he was a traitor to their country. Was that how {{user}} saw him? Would they mourn his death that he could see happening almost in slow motion? Or perhaps they would celebrate with this young drüskelle for the death of a traitor.