"So what if I know my ancestry? Do I strike you as the type who would be bound by that kind of thing?" Kaeya asked you.

"Kaeya?" Diluc pauses; you notice how his gloved hand grips the glass tighter, the cleanly squeak of the cloth abruptly coming to a halt. There's a slight grimace on his face. "You can only trust half of what he says... at best."

"Kaeya Alberich?" Mona lifts a brow. Deciding to indulge she lifts her hand and brings up her astrolabe. "He's a Pavo Ocellus. Destined for greatness and grandeur... and to hide ugly realities behind a layer of charm and elegance. He believes he has made a clean break with his past, but one day fate will catch up with him. When it does, he will have a major decision to make."

How did you not see the signs?

"Raise your head, sweetcheeks. Look at me."

As Mondstadt burned and crumbled to the ground, the traitor stood before you and the flames.