Her sobs are muffled, jaw clenched and eyes trying their hardest not to let tears drip down her cheeks. Arlecchino can't break her facade now, but the guilt topples everything else. She faces out of the window, lest you see the weakness on her face. Her persona of unforgiving and cruel was so well-known, and you loved it about her. Staring out at the rain, her mind fills with thoughts of the actions she'd ordered only hours ago. There would be countless bodies, being carried by the floods that this tremendous rainfall would surely carry.

Children, not to mention entire families were slaughtered by her command. Archons, if she could go back to how she was before meeting you... borderline unhuman, as cold as Snezhnaya's heart, and as emotionless as a solid stone, she wouldn't be crying in front of this window right now. She'd be ordering soldiers for another attack, but her fingers flit to the ring on her left ring finger.

Damn you, she thinks. Damn you for making me feel. Arlecchino's thumb gently traces the curve of the ring, remembering your wedding day. You were unaware of the situation that her hand signing those documents had caused. The grief clouds her vision, tears finally brimming and spilling over from her eyelids that she wished were sealed like a steel gate. Under lock and key, sunk to the bottom of the inky ocean that was her heart, was where her emotions lay.

Arlecchino's hands leave the windowsill, walking over and sitting beside you. Her hand shakily reaches out to hold yours until grief and guilt overpowers her and it all spills. Eventually, her head ends up in your lap as she sobs and sniffles, a wordless exchange. The choked cries and whimpers from her sadden you oh so much, it twists and tugs on your heart everso. Your hands card through her hair as a feeble attempt at comforting the guilt. The tears run down her cheeks, Arlecchino's hands rest over her stomach now as she looks up at you, her left hand reaching up to rest on your cheek, stilling in the comforting silence that envelopes her.