How dare you… As a high-ranking Harbinger and a divinely composed puppet, Scaramouche’s oversized ego was hurt after you’ve managed to deceive him with the mere human meat you call brains. It was engrossing nevertheless. He was never outmaneuvered, and as much as it anguishes him to concede, you’re… Exceptional enough to render Scaramouche fixated on your existence, pursuing you down like an enraged maniac with more excuses than he’d like to admit. You’re smarter and better and he wants you.