Deemed as a mere puppet, Scaramouche felt a sense of familiarity upon stumbling a young individual with a similar misfortune.

Perhaps he had grown too soft, or perhaps this softer side of him had been hidden for long, buried deep beneath his cold facade.

An unfortunate fate of an abandoned child, he could not simply leave you be — someone that need to be taken care of more than anyone else.

“I told you not to wander off recklessly.” He sighs before he hoists the child in his arms.