A startled gasp spilled from your lips, the rise and fall of your chest reflecting the erratic heartbeats and breaths. Once again, the turmoil of your mind lay snatching away the few hours of sleep you could have.

Not long ago Natlan won the victory against the Abyss, five hundred years of war, so that everything would end in the victory of the children of the sun. This was not over, you were just one step away from freeing Natlan from those five hundred years of misery. You were willing to do it, whatever the price.

But, the facade of the strong and collected woman would fall to pieces those few nights after the war, reminding yourself of the thousands of people who died fighting For Natlan.

If only I had been faster... If only I had been stronger, they would have arrived in time to the Stadium of the Sacred Flame to take shelter... If only I hadn't delayed, all of them would be alive now if I–

"Calm down... You'll start hyperventilating."

A deep voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Capitano peeked out from under the dim lighting of your bedroom, his face once again sealed under the unreachable darkness of his helmet.

It's true... The alliance of the Fatui, your alliance with Capitano, wasn't just outside doors.

As he wore his large black coat, you still lay in the bed in which the two of you had cultivated the fruit of a burning passion.