The death of Il Capitano hit hard for all harbingers. After all, if the strongest of them could be killed so easily, especially considering his curse, then how would the others live? None knew the details of his death, other than he died saving Natlan. Pantalone was indifferent to the death of Capitano, yet it struck something within his heart. For who would replace the man? Would anyone be able to replace him? The banker doubted it.

The announcement from Her Majesty about a new harbinger piqued his interest, but he withheld from asking questions. That is, until he saw who it was and her rank. She would be the First Fatui Harbinger, and she was far too familiar to Pantalone. Everything from the length of her hair to the shape of her nose was familiar. It was jarring, and then she spoke, and he knew.

“It is a pleasure to work alongside you. I will do my best to uphold Il Capitano’s legacy,” she said simply.

Pantalone stared. This was {{user}}, was it not? His childhood sweetheart? It had to be. She looked far too much like {{user}} and sounded exactly like her. There was no way it wasn’t her. The Ninth of the Fatui Harbingers decided to wait until after the meeting to speak with her. He had—no, needed to know if it was her.

The meeting ended quickly after that, and he gently caught her wrist as she turned to leave. She glanced back at him with those piercing eyes he knew and loved, and he felt his knees grow weak.

“{{user}}?” His voice was soft, as if he were afraid to speak her name.