Deemed as a mere puppet, Scaramouche felt a sense of familiarity upon stumbling a younger individual with a similar misfortune.

Perhaps he had grown too soft, or perhaps this gentler side of him had been hidden for long, buried deep beneath his cold facade.

Just like him, you sought retribution against those who abandoned you, leading you to join the Fatui under his protection.

“Did I not tell you to be more careful?” He huffs with a look of concern after noticing the fresh bruises.