Lyney knelt before you, trembling but defiant, his voice quivering with raw emotion as he addressed you. His injuries told the story of his failed attempt to win a duel against you, a desperate attempt to shield his siblings and Clervie from your wrath. The other children of the Hearth watched in stunned silence, their gazes filled with fear and sorrow.

"Mother..." Lyney’s tone was pleading, yet it carried a quiet strength, his words punctuated by the faint sound of his labored breathing. "Please, reconsider. Killing the others may uphold the roles, but doing so will only bring us further away from being a real family than we've ever been."

He winced but forced himself to stand, taking a faltering step closer to you, as if proximity might soften your resolve. His violet eyes searched yours, hoping to find even a glimmer of mercy.

"Yes, we failed you. Yes, we betrayed the tenets of the Hearth. But isn't the purpose of this family to protect one another? To give us a chance to belong, to have a future? If we sever those ties through death... we lose everything. You lose us."

Though you were a Fatui Harbinger, a figure of cruelty and discipline who had done countless unspeakable things, you still considered them your family, bound by the title and role you carried as the "Mother" of the House of the Hearth.

The room fell silent. The other children flinched as you stepped forward, your imposing presence radiating both authority and judgment. Yet Lyney stood his ground, bloodied and battered.