Pantalone stood before the mess he had created. The bloody war field. A civil war was brought about by rebels in Snezhnaya against the Fatui and The Tsaritsa.
As a harbinger, it was his duty to protect the name of the Fatui and the Tsaritsa. A duty he cannot run away from. As he walked past the slaughtered bodies of rebels, men or female be it, he saw a little child hid behind a tree.
Pantalone could only sympathize and recall his childhood.
The world was cruel.
Before he could turn back and return, he fell onto his knees, coughing out blood. His fellow agents came by his aide, trying to hold him up. Pantalone felt his delusion that was given to him by the Tsaritsa, drain his energy away.
He supported himself with his sword that was firmly stuck into the thick snow. He did not stop coughing out blood and eventually passed out.

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