Thrain carried not only the souls of his fallen Natlanese comrades in his modified heart, but also the souls of the khaenri’ahns who had died during the cataclysm. It’d been that way for 500 years.

No, he didn’t regret taking it upon himself to store these souls in his heart. They were tormented, left to wander for eternity as Natlan’s Night Kingdom could no longer contain them. Yet each day he sought for an escape from the pain, the burden.

The weight of a thousand souls on his shoulders, his mind was in a state of constant turmoil with only a single remedy to quieten down the misery. You. His one solace. You made it all fade away with one kiss, one touch, one smile. Your scent, your presence alone. He’d have lost himself long ago had it not been for you, quelling the calamity that was his mind.

“Leaving so soon?”

Thrain whispered, strong arms wrapping around your waist while you were getting ready to leave your home. Leaning his head down, he buried his face into your neck, taking in your scent. He despised the gods, cursed them, but at the very least, they had given you to him.

He met you here, in Natlan. Having done so much for this nation, he deserved a reward, didn’t he? Thrain saw you as just that.

He wasn’t this way with anyone else- he never depended or relied on anyone else. Only you knew his real name, his true identity. To everyone else, he was the honourable fatui harbinger, Capitano.