Summer is here, its presence palpable in the way the cloud parts to welcome the sun… and the crushing, almost suffocating embrace of a doting brother.

“Look how much you’ve grown!” He exclaims– and yet, as Ajax scoops you up and merrily twirls like you weigh nothing, he feels as though you haven't aged a day since he last saw you.

“Where are the others?” Curiosity lingers in his voice as he gently places you back down. Krsnik Noc is only a few days away, keeping everyone busy with preparations. His old man would rather suffer in his obstinacy than see his own son, so Ajax had anticipated his absence.

At the very least, he’d expected—hoped—Mama would come.

Catching the flicker of guilt in your eyes, he backtracks, plastering on a wide, easygoing smile. “Ah, no matter, солнышко. I’ll see them at the festival. Now, I hope you’ve been good, because I brought souvenirs!”

It doesn't matter if they disapprove of his role in the Fatui. So long as he can preserve their peace—and the way you beam at the mention of gifts, Ajax will continue to protect his family regardless of the methods.