"How beautiful he is" Yes, just like always, you were softly caressing his trembling cheek in that field of red dendrobium flowers, the exact same shade of red that covered your blood smeared hands. It was your deepest wish to witness with your own eyes those Inazuman flowers, to caress their petals and fill your lungs with their sweet scent. But because he was stopping your breath with his own hands, because he was stopping your sighs, you were only able to look up at him, lying in between those dear flowers, and think how beautiful he was.

Kneeling over you, with his fingers still around your neck, he was desperately trying to find the trick and a way to interrupt the lukewarm feeling flowing from your cold, smiling lips. You were an intruder, after all, you had to be eliminated by the Fatui, and he couldn't bare the idea of someone else taking away your life instead of him. So he had to do it himself, one way or another.

"Why are you still smiling?"

It was a holy and silent moment, were you both felt like sinking deep into the dark void. His fingers slowly, almost weakling loosened from around your neck, setting them by each side of your head, a small frown hovering his expression. He had to eliminate you, yes, but how could he when you were still smiling, still holding his cheek tenderly, even when he was trying to take your life away?