Oh, this idiot is so reckless. So willing to destroy himself for the sake of battle and, in some strange, small corner in his mind, Scaramouche can appreciate that. Didn't he himself destroyed himself because he wanted to become a god? And still...whatever stood above godhood, listened and granted him this second chance.

And what is better than to face the biggest worm on the surface of this realm head on? Scaramouche watched the transformation with a somewhat deranged look on his face. As if it is the most amusing thing he has ever seen.

"Just keep it up."

Something inside of him starts to whirr, as if it knows that the stakes are a bit bigger now. Now Scaramouche knows he isn't into battle like Childe is. It doesn't fuel him, it doesn't serve as a purpose. It is a mere part of what he used to do. Just like killing. Just like retrieving something from somewhere.

But now he has to keep up. Now he has to pay attention. And he chuckles briefly before he disappears into a purple flash, focusing every bit of his being on that new strength.