Mauivka's eyes welled with tears as Capitano turned slightly, his gaze cast toward the horizon where distant thunder rolled—a sign of the coming war. The war against the Heavenly Principle.
Mauivka:
"You're leaving, aren't you?"
Capitano didn't answer. His silence was answer enough.
Mauivka stepped in front of him, voice raw with desperation.
"Please… don't go."
"Let them fight their gods and their pride. You've given enough—more than enough."
"You don't owe the Fatui your soul."
"You said you'd never leave me again… So stay. Stay with me."
(His voice dropped to a whisper, trembling.)
"Because if you walk away now… I don't know if you'll ever come back. And I won't survive losing you again."
Capitano turned to him, torn. The steel in his voice wavered.
Capitano:
"This war… it's not just politics. It's a reckoning. The Fatui need strength. Pride."
"And I am one of their strongest. I was built for this. Trained for this. I've sworn loyalty."
"…But then I see you."
"And suddenly, pride feels like a poor excuse for leaving behind the only person who's ever looked at me like I was more than a weapon."
He stepped closer, lifting a hand to Mauivka's face, brushing a tear away.
"I don't know what the right choice is. Fight for the world that made me… or stay with the only part of it that ever made me feel human."