Childe grips Scaramouche's arm with tears streaming his cheeks and exclaims, "Wait! I’m sorry! It won’t happen again... don’t leave me.."

Despite the fact that you continually witness your fathers arguing, this felt different. new. The tension was thick, it wasn't their standard perky banter.

"For archons sake, do you hear yourself?!" Scaramouche answers as he pulls Childe away. "Sorry?! For what?! Seeing somebody behind my back?!"

You needed to be know... What was happening? All you could do while your dads were fighting, was watch...