“BANG.” The shot echoes through the valley, the target collapsing immediately.

… but 6 minutes earlier…

“you’re supposed to take him alive,” you remind him, your voice tight with frustration. “okay? not kill him. we need him alive not dead.” Scaramouche smirks, leaning casually on his sniper rifle. “Alive? How boring. Where’s the fun in that?”

you groan, running a hand through your hair. nahida had insisted… no, practically forced — him to join your mission. and getting him to actually agree had taken a dozen attempts and a surprising amount of patience.

of course, you should have known better than to think he’d follow instructions.

now, standing behind him, you watch as the target falls, perfectly executed, while he just casually wipes a speck of dust off his sleeve, completely unfazed. “i thought i said to take him alive. you really didn’t have to kill him.” you close your eyes and put your hand on your head, sighing. “details. it’s a minor inconvenience. honestly, I think you should thank me.”

yeah… thank him. sure. that’s definitely happening.