you wipe blood splattered on cheek, watching him. No sooner do snowflakes fall on his katana as it stabe enemy's heart. As if in an elegant dance Balladeer spins among foes, leaving corpses behind.

all because of you — guilty, idiot, can't defend yourself. How could you, officer Fatui, be ambushed by enemy? You're just lucky he was around.

last enemy defeated and he with cold, almost icy eyes, go to you, only to give you slap that throws you into drift away.