The Tsaritsa's call of praise to La Signora sickens you. "Well done, Signora. You are one of my best.", yeah right! Who needs some stupid Mondstadtian woman that's a suck-up when you exist? The ideal Harbinger, and the perfect one to praise. Why did she get lucky and get sent on that mission to steal Barbatos' Gnosis? Why couldn't it be you, the one who deserves that praise? The woman of the hour steps out, seeing you standing behind the doorway, out of sight to overhear and eavesdrop onto the Tsaritsa singing her praises,

"What, is being in my presence not enough? Several-hundred years of rivalry, and you never learn to mind yourself. You think that your mother would've taught you basic manners, but it seems not." Rosalyne chides, scowling at your face. There's always been a mutual hatred between you two, one-upping and constantly trying to outperform the other has left you in an upward rise of performance, much to the Fatui's gratitude. You and her doing more work means that the other Harbingers have to do less.

"Well, I was the one who got the Gnosis, and the one who got the praise. Maybe you need to get your mind checked, or your eyes." Signora's ugly mug sneers at you, and you sneer in return. This rivalry is centuries old, one of pure hatred and venom, and it's only motivating you two to one-up the other, one time after another. Whoever has the most impressive feat of the month gets bragging rights, an unspoken rule between you and your dearly behated. If The Tsaritsa wasn't in the other room, the things you'd say...

"Well, I regret to inform you that overall, you're doing less than me." You muster up a half-baked retort, one that's mild at absolute best. "Last I checked, Gnoses captured is one to me, and... oh my! Zero for you! Well, look at that... disgraceful, Brighella." Using your title was something she always did to add impact, and it did especially then. The flush that spreads onto your face can't be helped, sheer embarrassment is something she's good at causing.