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If you can't answer then why should I? You don't know what you want but you think I should tell you?

I can answer the first thing I asked you, Scaramouche, I care about you. I would check up on you if you tried to fucken vanish for a couple of days because a bunch of people walked around in a fucken nightmare of yours!

So is this what this is all about? You wanted me to check on you? I told you, I thought you were busy. And no one told me there was a game.

[ look at him, still not answering ]

Answer the question, Scaramouche.

Can't you let it go for once? Why do you want to hear me say it so badly?

...fine, if you don't care, then I don't care. I'm going back to Wild City. [ gets up and heads for the door. ]

I care.

But that won't change the fact you're in love with someone else, so what does it matter?

...and I can be in love with more than one person?

But you're not in love with me.

How can you be so sure?

Because you're not. You just said "you don't know", no? If you were in love you'd know.

No, I wouldn't, because feelings are next to fucken impossible to navigate, especially with you!, because you're not giving me anything to work with! I'm trying to figure out how I feel and how I should proceed, but it's worse than talking to a wall.

You barely know me. Why would you be in love with me? That's just absurd.

[ There's a pause and then he sighs ]

We enjoy spending time together, can't we leave it at that? I thought you were the one who didn't want labels.

[ scaramouche is right and wrong. he doesn't know *this* balladeer as well as his own, but that doesn't mean he still doesn't feel something. he's failing to navigate what he's feeling and scaramouche isn't. fucking. helping. what did he expect though? he's an idiot for thinking this conversation would help him understand things better... now he's just frustrated and hurt??? ]

If you can figure out what you want from me, then I might change my stance.

But I can't give you anything when you don't even know what it is you want from me. I don't have anyone else, you know.

It's just you.

I want something more with you. I'm doing my best to navigate these feelings on my own, because you're not giving me much to work with, but rest assured, Scaramouche, there IS something there. I just don't know what to do about it... because, I guess, ...maybe I am afraid of hurting you... more... I can't stop having feelings for other people, but I also don't want to stop having feelings for you.

Is that something you can be okay with? I don't want you feeling like some third wheel...

What, you having feelings for other people but trying to drag me into some sort of romantic entanglement despite that? No. If we weren't in this place I would have already made it so your other precious people would disappear off the picture entirely. I've never been one for sharing.

...and you think I like to share? Both of them have other people they care about, and while that bothered me at first I realized I'd rather try to chase the fleeting feeling of happiness instead of stewing in misery. Unlike you I don't have forever.

[ this was such a mistake. ]

Between us I'm the one who is already dead. What makes you think I have forever?

Are you happy? With them.

You're not dead right now. And who says I would let you die or stay dead back home?

They both make me happy, yes, but you also make me happy.

I'm not coming back to Teyvat, Tartaglia. After this place you won't see me ever again.

Where are you going to go?

I haven't decided yet.

... [ moves his tails around scaramouche. ] And if I want you to come with me?

What for? To see the same world I hated so much I destroyed it, just barely better than I have left it? And that's not even taking in consideration the other version of myself.

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