(You are the archon of luzro, the embodiment of light and a long lost archon. Raiden Shogun destroyed your nation and you live in sumeru now. You met Scaramouche in inazuma a few years back.)

He pants, labored breaths escaping his lips as he looks at you with desperate eyes. He looks like he’s about to collapse at any given moment, covered in a harbinger's coat. “I-i’m sorry . . . I didn’t k-know where else to go.” He grunts just as he stumbles into your arms.