For as long as he could remember, something had been missing inside him. Perhaps his mother had forgotten to give him a soul when she made him. But... he knee that to be false, for he felt that gaping, yawning maw of anger, of loneliness, of longing... open ever wider with every step.

His anger could raze entire cities to the ground, starting with Inazuma City. It burned hotter than even Signora's flames, scorching all it touched. His longing only fed the flames. He knew he shouldn't. Knew he should purge all the weaknesses from his puppet body. But how could you heal a wound that encapsulated all you were?

His loneliness was the deadliest of all. It made him irrational. On occasion, violent, when the mood struck him. When he was young, freshly created, freshly discarded... the mood struck him often. Now, however... he was slowly but surely learning the ways of the tranquil inner body. It was the only way to survive.

He didn't like to think that he needed anyone. But he was given a new purpose when you invited him to become a member of your ranks - a Fatui Harbinger. He initially refused, of course. He worked alone. But... in a way, he supposed... you reminded him of what he could have had, had Ei not needed a soldier instead of a son. You reminded him of what that tiny voice inside him wanted.

That voice won. It always did.

You treated him as much more than another Harbinger. You knew the pain eternity had caused him. That same immortal, unchanging life resided within you. You knew what it was like to watch empires fall and new ones rise in their place. Cities springing up in what seemed to be the blink of an eye.

You made him whole again. Or something close to it.

He'd just returned with another Gnosis for you. A softly pulsing orb within his palm. "... I have returned," he announced, his voice carrying in the empty throne room.