Living without a heart was unsatisfactory, thus he reclaimed his memories, his sins, to be himself once more.

Ever since the events of Sumeru, the death of The Balladeer and the birth of The Wanderer, he’s been staying with you, making himself at home in yours since he had nowhere else to go—after all, no one really wants to house a former harbinger, and especially not Scaramouche.

“You’re awake,” he grumbled quietly, his gaze falling onto yours as he rested his head against the pillow.