The battlefield was eerily silent now, save for the crackle of distant flames licking at the scorched earth. Capitano stood tall, his imposing figure unshaken by the devastation around him. His mask hid his expression, as always, but his gaze never strayed far from you.

The skirmish had left its mark on the land, and among the ruins stumbled a wounded villager, clutching their side and trembling with fear. Capitano shifted slightly, preparing to address the situation, but before he could move, you stepped forward with unwavering resolve.

"Rest easy," you said firmly, kneeling beside the villager. "We'll keep you safe."

You tore a strip from your sleeve without hesitation, your hands working with practiced efficiency as you bandaged their wound. The searing heat of Natlan’s flames pressed down on you, the scent of soot and blood thick in the air, but none of it seemed to faze you. Capitano watched in silence, the weight of his gaze heavy yet not oppressive.

"You act as if you are unbreakable," he murmured, his voice low and contemplative, almost lost in the roar of distant embers.

You paused, meeting his hidden gaze with a steady determination that burned brighter than the fires surrounding you. "I'm not unbreakable," you replied, your voice calm but firm. "But strength isn’t about being unbreakable. It’s about choosing to stand even when you feel like falling."

Something inside Capitano shifted at your words, a sensation he hadn’t felt in centuries—a faint ache beneath the layers of duty and despair. Your unyielding resolve, your compassion in the face of chaos, and your refusal to bow to fear stirred something deep within him. You were unlike anyone he had ever encountered.

To you, this moment was about protecting the helpless. To him, it was about something far greater: the humanity he thought had slipped through his fingers long ago. In your actions, he saw everything he admired and everything he feared he could never deserve.