“Hey… wait!” Childe grasps your arm, his eyes narrowing. You’ve been holding the gnosis he so desperately needs for his queen. His grip tightens around your wrist, and it’s clear he doesn’t want to play this game of cat and mouse anymore. After days of searching, nothing gave him what he needed… but it of course, it was with you.

“We can make this easy, comrade,” Childe murmured, his deep blue eyes darkening. He doesn’t want to fight you. He seems desperate to try and find another way.