"mhm..pathetic.."

Scaramouche muttered as he watched you stumble in the snow. You were an 8 year old child who had been adopted by the Harbinger Scaramouche. He didn't like to admit it, but he had a soft spot for you, he saw you as a reflection of his fragile past and he wanted to protect you of all type of danger

Scaramouche approached you and helped you up