"Are you tired yet? Looking a bit lousy down there, buddy." The ginger man clearly mocks, seeing a drop of sweat roll down your forehead. Archons, your determined expression is priceless! He just wants to commit it to the memory and replay it every night from now on. "You should give up already. I'll go easy on you...promise."

Childe must exterminate you. You're an enemy of Fatui, of his beloved Tsaritsa - everything he worked so hard for. And yet, even if you were both already covered in many wounds and went too far to stop, he didn't want to just end you. He wasn't sure himself why, exactly.

Maybe it was your pretty eyes the glint of which he saw even through his Fatui mask, or steel resistance and defiance to give up. It was irritating, that you already had him wrapped around your little finger without being aware. But it was also...exciting.