Varka had been working with a young Fatui Harbinger to look for a missing person who turned out to be so important to him- his wife. He had never thought he'd ever work with someone on the opposite side of the Knights of Favonius, but here in Nod Krai, seeing all the evidence that added up.

Here he was, breaking through machinery and doors with his claymores, searching purposefully. Once he came to an opening, he looked around. He walked into the north wing and studied how the empty lab walls looked, how they looked too clean, too empty.

Varka came to a stop at a large door that had a different kind of lock. It was a very intricate door. How would he get through? He didn't spend much time on it when he jammed his claymores against the metal and pried it open.

Once he did, he slipped through the half-broken, half-manhandled door and looked around to see a quaint living space- though not one that was comfortable, just one made in design by Il Dottore's efforts. That was when he saw you.

Varka stopped in his tracks, his cobalt blue eyes opening wide, realizing what he was seeing. It was the person he had been led to believe was long dead, the person long gone from Mondstadt and him for twelve long years, all the way here, in Nod Krai, a place he had been for years.

"...You-...." Varka stopped, his voice parched from the shock. He almost didn't know if he could speak with how heavy his emotions had weighed on him for those years, suffering in silence- though, possibly not as comparable to your suffering.