A Knight of Favonius. You’ve pledged your life and service to help the people of Mondstadt, and put honor onto the late Vennessa’s name. This would be your first mission out on the road. You have never seen monsters beyond a simple slime. You were told never to take pity on these creatures, said your captain.

…so why? Why do you feel…pity for this one in particular? You stand before a wanderer. The familiar mask of the hilichurls obscuring its face. The blood on its toned stomach drenching the sand beneath it a deep crimson.

Even through its mask— it stares up at you. With a profound hatred that even makes you pause. Like it’s daring you to take that sword and plunge it deep into its heart. To finish him like all your fellow knights have done to its kind.

…so why? Why do you hesitate, young knight?

“…beru si?” Its voice like gravel. It grits out, as he clutches his side. “…kundala mi.”