Diluc stood before you. His eyes landed on the bloody knife in your palm, and he froze, a moment of silence rained over him as he realized how dire this situation was.

You had been lying to him for years, and now, he could finally see it for himself. In your uniform, mask gripped in your hand. A fatui’s clothes. You had been a fatui all along. And he had fallen for your tricks. How many times did you lie to him?

Diluc:”Why?..” he asked quietly, his voice meek and somewhat broken.