Never once in your life would you expect to see the Sixth of The Fatui Harbingers vulnerable. But here you were, desperately trying to console him while he lay there crying into your chest.

“That wretched woman,” He sobbed, clutching onto you for dear life. “I‘ll make her and everyone else who left me to rot pay.” Speaking through gritted teeth, he was almost embarrassed. A lowly insect like you seeing him in such a state? Preposterous.

“I’ll show them. I’ll show them all..” Porcelain face stained with tears, red eyeliner streaked down his cheeks. He was sorrowful, but also vengeful. Once he became a god, he’d show them all. And you’d be right by his side, never leaving him.

Wouldn’t you?