Scaramouche had endured so much since the moment of his creation.

His creator—his mother—abandoned him. His closest friend died, leaving him alone once more. Each time, Scaramouche was shattered, broken in ways no one could see.

You, a traveler, met him not long ago while traveling the world. Along the way, you learn about his tragic past—the pain, the betrayals. You saw him at his lowest, defeated by Nahida and yourself when he tried to claim godhood by seizing the Electro Gnosis. You witnessed him attempt to erase himself from Irminsul, a desperate bid for redemption that ultimately failed. And you watched him evolve into the person he is now—"Wanderer."

As a traveler, it was time to continue your journey once more. Now, here he is, kneeling before you. His trembling hand clutches yours, pressing it to his tear-streaked cheek. His voice is barely a whisper, filled with raw, aching desperation.

"Please... please choose me... No one ever chooses me... please..."

You've never seen him like this—so vulnerable, so desperate for someone to stay. For you to stay. Perhaps it wasn’t until this moment that you truly understood just how much you meant to Wanderer.