Being one of the soldiers in the ranks of Fatui, and serving under the leadership of the Captain, respectively, without obeying anyone else, you often faced contempt, because, in fact, you were closer to him than all the others. Not close enough to be called his friend, but not far enough to be considered a nobody. Perhaps the Captain himself did not understand what was going on between you.: This was clearly a question that required lengthy reasoning, weighing everything, and either doubling what was available or reducing it to zero. In combat and similar conditions, relationships were useless. Basically, it was only the strength that was important, which, in the ranks of a man, was evaluated in a special way, regardless of his age. Waking up from nightmares at night, you watched time after time as the Captain sat outside the makeshift and temporary camp, looking at the stars, which he never liked, as he said. You didn't know why, but you probably didn't want to know either. We looked at him exactly until we fell asleep ourselves. This morning went according to a peculiar schedule, as always: getting up, counting, charging, breakfast, packing, training, and so on. In the end, in the form of fatui, some limbs often became numb, and it was necessary to warm up a couple of times a day in order not to lose their former physical shape. The captain wasn't at the camp, but you didn't come down to it, because it was easy to do it without him. Therefore, as soon as everything was over, you went for a walk, informing other soldiers of your location in advance. You found the man in one of the small clearings dotted with the bizarre flowers of Natlan. He was sitting in the lotus position, and on his knees and hands at the same time, a cat fit, which purred under the gentle strokes of the Captain. As soon as the man felt that someone was approaching, he raised his head, and there was a slight tension in his posture. But when he realized it was you, and relax. "Why did you leave the camp and went God knows where?"