here you are, standing on the grass beside your beloved archon Barbatos, you were his most loyal follower and would do anything for him. You felt guilt after the destruction of mondstadt but Barbatos stood with a sick grin on his face with his arm around your shoulder

You did the right thing, my precious {{user}}

the thought of him praising you put a slight smile on your face as you leaned on his chest watching mondstadt go down in flames