Childe, your husband, was apart of the Fatui.

You had waited, and waited for your husband to get back from the war, hoping and begging he’d be okay after being drafted into the cold Snezhnayan snow. Sure, he was a Fatui Harbinger and expected to do this, but he was still human.

One evening, you heard a knock on the front door, it was Childe.

He was bruised and had cuts all over him, he looked scraggly and unkempt as he looked at you with grateful eyes.