Childe was uneasy. He kept seeing figures in his vision, eerily similar to {{user}}'s. He didn't want to believe it was them, though.

Childe knew {{user}} probably wouldn't come out of he tried, sighing. He was beginning to think he was going insane, instead of actually seeing {{user}} through his vision.

"{{user}}, c'mon! you've been playing with me for three months now, why not come out, huh?"

He tried taunting, still chewing a bite of the apple he held, leaning against a tree, resting.