I had nothing better to do. And joining at least gave me the chance to burn away everything I hated. It was better than continuing to wander with no purpose.
And after all the time spent with the Tsaritsa and her Harbingers you decided to set fire to that too? What if you hadn’t died… you’d have nobody once again.
[ he just laughs at that, and since Childe has already pulled out, he'll move off him further, reaching to take the bullet vibes off of himself and then get up ]
Like I gave a damn about any of that. For all I care the whole world could go up in flames. Humans are worthless and we're all just living a lie anyway, so why bother? Good thing by now it's all a pile of ashes and nothing else.
[ childe doesn't let him get far and shoves him down and slams his head straight into the floor. ] I'll kill you myself then. Just because you're pissed off at the world doesn't mean it deserves to burn.
[ He didn't expect it and it does take him a few moments to even be able to react, still feeling the hit and light-headed after it ]
Then you better waste no time in trying to talk sense into me, Tartaglia, because the world is going up in flames and everyone is going to go mad. By the time I died absolutely nothing was salvageable.
I wonder if you went crazy too. Maybe you did and killed your precious family.
…and you think you’ll do it again. I’m not going to let you, Scaramouche. I might hate a lot of things about the world, but there are some things worth living for. [ turns his nails to claws and uses his super human strength to make it hurt. ] Do you really think so little of yourself, pitching a fit like a child, and setting things aflame because your life hadn’t been ideal. [ he laughs, mask splintering on the side of his head. ] Probably. Little by little and slowly but surely I’m losing my mind to the Abyss… but even then my ties to my family run deep that I wouldn’t kill them. I’d sooner let them kill me.
[ he laughs again, though the claws are certainly making things painful and he doesn't think he's going to survive this encounter. Oh well. ]
Like that would make things better. Can you imagine your siblings killing you? If they haven't gone crazy by then seeing you dead would certainly do that.
My older siblings and my parents would understand. But you didn't answer my question, Scara, do you really think so little of yourself and your existence, strange though it may be.
...so you're just a fucken idiot then. Did you really think the world wasn't going to fight back. Couldn't you be happy making a few life for yourself? [ going to stab the back of his head with his still sharpening claws. ]
[ he's going to take a shower, not wasting much time and just clean himself up. Once he's done and he comes back, he does sort of expect Childe to have gone already but he still looks around to see if he's there instead ]
[ is he relieved that he's still there? Maybe. But he's not going to say it. Instead he's also gathering his clothes so he can dress up again ]
Kill me before I have a chance to even say anything and you'll solve your problem, no? If you can't do it alone, get the Traveler to help. Maybe even your precious Morax.
Why bother trying to figure out what you can say to change things? It really doesn't matter.
[ he stops, oozing pheromones to bring Scaramouche to his knees. he’s not trying to make him anything but submissive as his own aggression and irritation spike. his ears are pinning back and his face is mostly obscured, but his eyes glow dangerously from under his bangs. ] Revenge on who, Six, not all of us treated you like a fucken doll. [ his mask breaks a little bit more, but he swiftly turns and leaves. ]
[ Well. With the pheromones doing their job, he's forced to his knees and all that comes out of his mouth is a whimper, so he'll let him have the last word and leave this time ]
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Like I gave a damn about any of that. For all I care the whole world could go up in flames. Humans are worthless and we're all just living a lie anyway, so why bother? Good thing by now it's all a pile of ashes and nothing else.
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Then you better waste no time in trying to talk sense into me, Tartaglia, because the world is going up in flames and everyone is going to go mad. By the time I died absolutely nothing was salvageable.
I wonder if you went crazy too. Maybe you did and killed your precious family.
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Like that would make things better. Can you imagine your siblings killing you? If they haven't gone crazy by then seeing you dead would certainly do that.
Either way they're dead. They're all dead.
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I was only trying to defend myself. I didn't set out to destroy the world, but I'm not shedding tears over it. Get off of me. We're done here.
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[ but he does ease up on him. ]
I'm guessing there's nothing I can say to make you change your mind? [ ie, could he help him prevent the same from happening back home... ]
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[ he doesn't wait for the answer, instead he heads for the bathroom, which unlike the rest of the room, is normal. ]
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[ just idly fingers his mask before getting up and getting dressed. ]
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Kill me before I have a chance to even say anything and you'll solve your problem, no? If you can't do it alone, get the Traveler to help. Maybe even your precious Morax.
Why bother trying to figure out what you can say to change things? It really doesn't matter.
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