You know when everything went wrong.

It's hard to pretend you haven't been connected before. Two strangers who know everything about each other.

You can't help but blame yourself for everything that happened. Well, he had a right to be angry and hurt, right? It's hard when your closest friend turns out to be a spy and you had to kill your father to ease his suffering. It's just too fucking much.

But when he was angry... It was scary. 'Am I going to die now?' you thought, as he swing his sword. Maybe that was the best turn of events. Then you wouldn't have to choose between your homeland and your new home, Mondstadt.

Curse the cryo vision that appeared in your hand, and the shield of ice around you. Fate has decided it's too early for you to die. It didn't even ask what you wanted.

"...The tavern is closing." He said coldly, staring somewhere through you. He methodically wiped the glass, which had been clean for a long time, with a towel; his tired face with a light stubble framed by red, disheveled hair. A familiar sight.

Only a couple of onlookers remained in the tavern, sitting at tables with empty glasses. The familiar hum of the crowd had long since died down.