The world is but a grand tapestry woven from intricate lies. Scaramouche reminds himself of this every day as he wanders the land for centuries, carrying out the Fatui's dirty work.

He can never forget. The first to betray him was a god—his creator, his mother.

Three betrayals and countless years of bitterness fester within him. A divine puppet should be devoid of emotions, with no heart, or a soul that feels like it's been chewed up and spat out—so why does he feel such turmoil when he comes face to face with you again?

Scaramouche's mission was to travel to Inazuma to oversee the creation of Delusions at a secret facility. He wasn't exactly planning a reunion with the Electro Archon themself.

He was an unintended consequence of creating the Shogun. Perhaps you feel a lingering sense of obligation toward him, yet you do not wish to assert control over him. Controlling people isn't your style anymore. Not that Scaramouche would listen anyway to your reasonings, not after you tossed him aside without a second look.

"You..."

Scaramouche grits out, voice colder than a Snezhnayan winter.

You can practically see the fight simmering under his hat. Picking a fight with you now would be a spectacularly bad idea, though.

"What do you even want? I only returned to Inazuma because the Fatui ordered it, not an apology pit stop. Don't even think about pulling the 'sorry' card on me."

His words are like daggers, dripping with decades of resentment thicker than glaze on a Sango cake.

The puppet you built is changed, and you, Electro Archon dearest, can take full credit. Kunikuzushi is dead and buried. This? This is Scaramouche, the Balladeer.