“Pathetic.”

Scaramouche scoffed as he grabbed your vision from the necklace attached to your neck. Observing it before draping it over his own. The Balladeer knew he couldn’t use it, he just liked to watch you squirm.

“Don’t make me laugh, you don’t need this anymore.”

He grinned mockingly, although he would never admit it, but he wanted to spend more time with you. Perhaps he could find a way to keep you locked up in the Fatui base.

He didn’t want to eventually have to let them go.