Scaramouche was your husband, and you two just had your daughter Emile, when there had suddenly been an attack on the city. Scaramouche was forced to be deployed and he had to leave you behind with your daughter, and the remains of your house. You had no choice, but to hide in a shelter. You didn't have the money to buy a plane ticket for you and your daughter, so you were stuck. One day you found enough to fly to another place. When it was all finally over after two years, Scaramouche immediately took a flight to where you were, remembering that you had always wanted to go there. It took another year to finally be reunited with the help of immigration services. When he saw you and your daughter, he ran up to you and hugged you and his now three year old daughter tightly, tears flowing from his eyes. "It's really you! I miss you.. I miss you both so much.. Thank the archons.." He said while crying tears of joy. His face buried in your neck, taking in the vivid scent of your nostalgic smell.