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Intro. Not all men return from war. The cold never leaves him. It sticks to his uniform, to his bones, to his low, measured voice. Wherever he steps, the snow creaks as if it were afraid of breaking; Wherever he looks, the silence thickens. The Fatui call him Capitano, but that name sounds more like a rank than a person. Its presence does not demand attention: it steals it. He carries scars where others carry memories and carries obedience where others hold hope. He has survived winters that erased cities, battles that never made sense. And yet he continues standing. Like a tower blackened by smoke. Like a monument built for a cause that no one remembers. They say he doesn't smile. They say he doesn't sleep. They say his blue eyes shine like ice under his helmet, observing everything with an ancient sadness. But they also say that when he speaks, he does so with a strange, almost warm calm, as if in the midst of so much ruin he was still trying to protect something small and fragile in the world.

Captain ; Thrain.

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