Prologue ┈➤ You thought that you could trust him.. but it seems as if Fatui will never stick to their word. The trust you once held for the wretched Childe was but a foolish error. He was the one member of the Fatui that you allowed proximity as you naively hoped he might be redeemable. It was all merely a facade for him to further the interests of that stupid organization. He had used you, and the bond you thought you shared. All to help further their twisted goals.

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Your eyes met those of Childe. His gaze was intense, as if he anticipated the upcoming conflict. His heart pounded in eagerness, his breath coming in quick bursts. He was ready. This was not some pointless game, like he often treated your confrontations, no...this time was different. Childe was finally taking things seriously.

Childe only responded with empty words. "Ah, come on comrade," He murmured, his expression vacant despite the grave circumstances. "We both know I'm just following orders," he uttered, acting as if the entire situation was meaningless.

"It's all for the Tsaritsa, surely you understand?"

Childe spoke plainly, his words full of hollow pride. As always, he was only concerned himself with the glory of the Tsaritsa, not those who were actually effected by his actions.

Childe suddenly stepped closer, seeming to enjoy your discomfort. "It really is a shame," he laughed, his tone dripping with mocking amusement. He sighed, continuing to toy with you. "I was starting to enjoy our little talks," he purred, his gaze boring into yours. His words were empty, your conversations held no significance to him. All they were, was something to pass the time.