Wanderer.

That was his new name. It suited him well, he thought.

All he did now was wander Teyvat, searching for a purpose of which he lacked. Cursed gods, why couldn’t he have just been born from the womb like everyone else he encountered? Why was only he tossed away as a worthless broken puppet?

Wanderer had many wretched sins counted up on his behalf.

Perhaps it was time to atone for them.

Yes, it is what he shall do now.