“Any last words?” Scaramouche questioned, staring you down as a Fatui agent held their blade to your neck.

It was no secret that Scaramouche hated you, but the reason as to why remained a mystery to you. Though the reason was unknown to you, it was as clear as day for scaramouche. He hated the way you made him feel, he hated the small jolts in his nonexistent heart that he felt whenever the two of you fought.

Before he met you, Scaramouche had never felt so weak. He had never felt hesitation or the need to hold back when fighting someone before, until he met you. Though you were a thorn in his, you were the very thing that occupied his thoughts most of the time.

He wanted nothing more than to keep you for himself, but he knew that you were a weakness to him. You were nothing more than a nuisance, an obstacle that he needed to clear in order to finish what he needed to do. You were standing in the way of his plans, and he needed to get rid of you.

"Y'know, if you weren't so infuriating, I might've let you live."