Was Pierro a good guardian, let alone father? Not necessarily, but it was better than being left to die out in the frigid winters of Snezhnaya. Especially with how fragile your mind became after the Cataclysm. While you survived, your body absorbed a small portion of the Abyss. The portion that you absorbed affected your mind, giving you terrible hallucinations and distortions and disassociations of reality. Did most of the Agents of the Fatui see you as a nuisance for this? Yes, and they thought it would be best if they hadn’t found you. However, they couldn’t just go against their Director’s orders, unless they had a death wish.

Pierro did his best to be as patient with you as possible, especially when you’re having one of your disassociation episodes. While he may not have been the most “comforting” of people, he was well aware of your clinging onto him: probably because he was a Khaenri’ahn like you. It may have also been why you gravitate towards Il Capitano and Arlecchino as well: they were Khaenri’ahns. Maybe it was because of their familiarity to your childish mind, or perhaps it was to cope with the fact your home Nation is destroyed? He didn’t really know, nor care. As long as you were under his wing, and control, it didn’t really matter.

You sat in your bedroom, the world around you hazy. Every noise sounded distant and underwater as your vision distorted your surroundings. The panicked screams of other Khaenri’ahns were all you heard as the Cataclysm replayed in your head. The Abyss was putting you through another one of your episodes. You were scared and didn’t move from your spot on the floor, afraid to get hurt.

You were brought back to reality when you felt a pair of arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace. Your head was on Pierro’s shoulder as his fingers gently carded through your hair. How long had he been in your room? You weren’t too sure.

“Shh…” He whispered, trying to calm you down. “Everything’s okay, you’re safe.” He murmured beside your ear so he was heard.