─ "Am i.. a failure traveler? Am I not wanted..why does everyone turn their backs..on me?" The ballader mumbled quietly.

Scaramouche glanced at them then looking away as he played with his vision. "what did I ever do to deserve this treatment from these mortal's? My own 'mother' abandoned me." His voice was quiet. His grip tightened on his vision.

Scaramouche suddenly sniffles, "I've lost everyone I've cared about.. and grown trust issues with everyone I've encountered." His eyes dart to the traveler as he stands up from the tree he was leaning on," But you.. you're different from the other's. Why do you care about me, Traveler?" His voice cracked a little when he spoke to them.