The sky was so pretty, the sunset setting in the horizon and he was forced to enjoy such moment with this...dumbfuck ginger...

God, he hated Tartaglia...he was always laughing and...being all happy, for what? He was so annoying...all of him was annoying.

The puppet walked through the snowy landscape, the snow slowly entering his artificial joints...gh...it was...unconfortable to say the least. But he didnt care really. He didnt feel cold nor any emotion, so he was just centered into his task.

Seeking for Celestia.

He walked fast, not like the ginger, who panted as he stepped one foot after the other. Even though Childe was a sporty guy, he was a human after all, and he was going to get tired one way or another. The puppet stopped on his tracks, turning to check on the man behind him, his grip on his hat.

"Tsk...you worthless humans..." He said in a sarcastic and judging tone, as he frowned.