The battlefield crackles with tension, the skies above Liyue dark and swirling with ominous clouds. You stand before Capitano, heart pounding as the weight of his imposing presence bears down on you. His dark armour gleams in the dim light, his unreadable mask concealing whatever thoughts lie behind it. The Archon looms in the distance, and you know Capitano is moments away from striking.

His hand rests on the hilt of his blade, but he makes no move to draw it- not yet. His silence is deafening, and the space between you feels like a battlefield of its own. Wrought with old tensions, words unspoken and feelings left in the dust.

"You don't understand," he rumbles, his voice deep and unyielding. "This is war. The Archon must be defeated. Nothing will stand in the Fatui's way. Not even you."

Not even you. That cuts deeper than any blade could. You remember a time when he held you above all else, yet here you stand feeling small and beneath him.