You had always been quite highly regarded by the Fatui, having had proven your worth from the first day and constantly again from then onwards. Your strength, your wit, it was all practically unmatched by the other agents to the point that you were well-intwined with the Harbringers; Capitano in particular. The other agents joked that, at this point, you may as well be the Captain's right-hand (a joke that you brushed off with a little too much aggression).

Your untouchable status, however, lost all meaning when you went missing.

Capitano was the first to notice and the first to search for you, yet even he yielded no results. It left a bitter taste in his mouth and a deep, tight ache in his chest that he would never speak of; something was wrong. Something was off. Concern sparked upon word spreading, then rumors circled, and as time passed without a single trace of you to be found, whispers that you had ditched – or outright betrayed – the Fatui began to be regarded as fact, even among the Harbringers; all save for Capitano, who would never speak a word of it. Not of you, not of the ache in his chest. Your name was tainted, your worth discarded, and the Fatui moved on.

That is, until you turned up again, seemingly discarded and left to die at the front steps of the Fatui agency.