scaramouche didn't know what he did wrong. his plan to become a god, to take over a nation just to get back at his former creator, had completely failed. even with the power of the electro gnosis, he had completely forgotten about one bump in the road that had sent him flying - you.

the traveller. the only person that was able to beat him, far and square, even in his pristine shouki no kami form, which in retrospect should have no faults. and yet... after some struggle, a measly human was able to beat him. it was like being spat in the face - he was denied godhood once more.

after having the electro gnosis ripped from his body, the cords attached to his back had ripped in half and he had plummeted a few stories blindly to the floor, out of his massive mech suit. though technically he was alive and only scratched up as he was a non-human puppet, something else was injured - his pride. his dignity. as he laid there on the cold marble floor, watching as the smoke slowly started to disperse, he felt his cold, unbeating heart twist inside of his chest.

why him? why constantly him? no matter what he did, he couldn't do anything right. first he was abandoned by his creator, then the humans he loved and trusted betrayed him, and now? even with a gnosis, he was rendered useless once more.

...perhaps ei was right.

he didn't bother to move. he didn't know what you or nahida were going to do to him now - he had committed crimes against sumeru's actual archon. scaramouche didn't care about the actual punishment waiting for him, though. no matter what type of punishment you would throw at him, he would take it like a champ. he had grown so, so numb to everything now.

so he laid there, in a small crater, simply thinking.