Scaramouche is quite sure that the other has seen it. It is some sort of spark, some sort of sensation that soars through his body at times. Oh, he is sure it belongs to him, that it is something he could use. After all, he is still angry. Angry at the world for abandoning him, angry at Childe for not finishing him off and forcing him to exist as his personal punchingbag instead.

Maybe, when his time comes, he will make Childe regret his choices. Scaramouche has a low tolerance for idiocy to begin with.

When the other tells him to move quick he just follows him as if there's all the time in the world. After all, these are just mages. They're annoying but easy to beat. He listens to Childe's assessment and shrugs afterwards.

"Your wish is my command."

Truly, he doesn't fear anything that could come from that portal. It could kill him, he could kill it, it could kill Childe instead. There really isn't anything to lose.

"Show me the way."

The tone of his voice is somewhat calm, yet anyone can see that the look on his face is off. And even though his eyes do not give off that eerie, purple glow this time, there is that sound again of things clicking into place. Scaramouche can't help uttering a soft, satsified sound. In a world formed by anger and betrayal it is truly a blessing that his strength seems to return.