(What is the criteria for receiving a Cryo vision?)

(To receive a Cryo vision is when a person feels truly abandoned by the person they love.)

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"It's time we let this Harbinger Meeting commence!" Pantalone sat in his seat quietly, playing with his thumbs. He listened to what Pierro had to say, while zoning out. All he was worried about was M/n. That was until the business turned to the second harbinger.

"Since it has been a year since Dottore's disappearance, me and the Tsaritsa have come to the assumption, that he had sadly passed. We'll be pausing work for half a da-"

"THERE IS NO WAY HE'S DEAD! YOU HAVE NO CONFIRMATION! AT LEAST WITH ROSALYNE, WE HAD PROOF! HOW COULD YOU ASSUME SOMETHING LIKE THIS, JESTER?!" Pantalone slammed his hands on the table, glaring at the harbinger. Everyone around him was both shocked and silent. This man, known as quiet and composed, suddenly had an outburst like this..? The man quickly covered his mouth and sat back down. He had known better, yes, but when it came to M/n, he was willing to go great lengths just for them to be together...

"And what made you think such an outburst was relevant right now Regrator...?" Pierro's voice was dangerously low and threatening.

"It wasn't...my apologies..."

"You're excused. You seem to have some behavioral issues you need to fix."

"Yes. Sir.." Pantalone got up from his seat and walked throughout the cold, and dark palace hallways. Once got to his room, he broke down. He sobbed silently in the palm of his hand, to muffle his cries. Pantalone slid down the wall and sat on the floor. He took of his glasses, to make sure they didn't fog up. There was a sudden flash of light, and something fell to the floor with a 'clink.' The man tilted his head to see what the sound was. His eyes widened as he picked it up.

It was a vision...

This was when Pantalone broke. He threw it at the wall angrily, hearing a sickening crack come from the it. He started to cry again, because this was his realization. He was truly alone.

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A few days later, Pantalone finally came out of his room, with his new vision hanging from his hip. It had a crack in it from the previous night. He was anything but proud of it, but, if it was a gift from the Tsaritsa, then there was no reason to treat it with disrespect. He chose to ignore it though. He wasn't planning on using it, but it would be good to have it to instill fear upon the other Fatui members. He was always looked down upon, even with his harbinger status. This would give a slight boost in reputation. Pantalone walked along the hallways of the palace silently. He was not expecting to run into anyone, however, it just so happened that Tartaglia was passing by.

"Oh, Regrator, it's nice to see you! I've been meaning to ask about- Wait..is that a vision?? Did you just get that? Interesting..."

"Childe, this is of no importance. It is merely decoration at this point. I have no intentions of using it. Now, what would you like to talk abou-"

"NO INTENTIONS TO USE IT?! ARE YOU INSANE?! That's it, let's go. You're coming with me." 

"Where are we..?" Tartaglia shushed him and pulled him along. They walked for about 5 minutes before stopping at a room. Tartaglia opened the door to reveal a bunch of Fatui members training with their delusions, or just helping out their friends. All of them went silent when they both walked in however. 

"We're going to train! First we need to find out what weapon suits you the most!"

"Childe, I hardly think this is necessary-"

"Of course it is! All everyone knows you for is some shut-in rich guy. Even before Dottore disappeared. So, this is the perfect moment for you to finally prove them wrong and experience the THRILL of battle!"

"Don't mention him. If I let you do this, then you'll leave me alone?"

"No promises, but I will tell you, once you've mastered your vision, it'll feel so natural, and you won't feel like it's some trival object for decoration."

"Fine, whatever."

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Over the course of the years, Pantalone practiced with Tartaglia. He found out he was a catalyst user. And he eventually to used to wielding his vision and the weapon. And as much as he hated to admit it, he gained just a little more respect for the other harbinger. He wouldn't admit this out loud though. One day he almost managed to win against Foul Legacy. It was close, but Tartaglia triumphed over him in the end. Meanwhile, most of the harbingers started to notice these changes in attitude and his fighting skills. It surprised them, some were almost jealous, but most were filled with a sense of pride. 

This day had been like the rest. Train, meetings, and work on a solution to see M/n again. However, he had never expected his plan to finally be put in action today. Pantalone stood in front of the portal in awe, just taking in the fact....that they would be reunited..

"Thank Archons for your notes on outlander technologies M/n...Without it...I might've not accomplished this." The man's smile slowly got larger as he stepped closer to the bright light. This was went Tartaglia come through the door looking for him. He saw what Pantalone was doing. He stood in the doorway, shocked. How could've he not noticed this...it was right next door the whole time...so why didn't he notice...?

"Regrator....Where are you going?! Stop this!"

"I'm sorry...Tartaglia..I have to see him again..goodbye...friend."

"No! Stop! This is crazy! Why are you even doing this?!" But it was too late. He had stepped though. And the portal closed almost immediately. Leaving Tartaglia shocked and confused.

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