Much to his surprise, Scaramouche lets go of his throat, and the moment he does Childe sucks in air to keep himself from passing out and dying. It's beautiful, life-giving oxygen, and he gasps helplessly for it, filling his lungs once more. The pain of not breathing was worse than the rest of the pain radiating through his body, since at least he can live for a few moments longer.
Unable to resist, he can only look up to see his opponent studying him, lifting his mask, wanting to see his face. Lifting the mask reveals the blood that's spilled all over him, staining his skin red and dripping down over one eye. There's agony written all over his features, yet somehow managing to stay awake and in control of his transformation.
As he stares upward, something in his mind shifts, something that falls in line with those last words.
'I can be quite a benevolent god.'
It soothes him and takes him by the hand, opens up the hidden corners of his heart and mind, beckons him closer. And in his state, Childe isn't able to resist it, gazing upwards at the god in front of him that's giving him the chance to take one last life.
Before he knows it, somehow, his own hands wrap around his own throat, choking himself with as much strength as he can muster. He neither knows how he's able to even lift his arms up to do so, or how he's able to find any strength to squeeze his own life out of him, but none of that matters underneath the benevolent gaze of his new god.
As the lack of oxygen begins to make his mind muddled and confused, there's one thing that floats to the surface underneath the power and control that Scaramouche has been searching for since he woke from the battle between the two men- a strong feeling of love and admiration that exudes from the Eleventh Harbinger that was hiding previously. It's not a warmth that formed as a result of the mind control that's gotten him to want to take his own life, but one that's been there the entire time. How Childe appreciates that Scaramouche has never been like the other Harbingers, straightforward and to the point, unafraid to step out from the shadows unlike some of the other Harbingers. There's admiration for his strength too, Childe always wanting to challenge himself against him. And though Childe finds him rough around the edges and hard to get along with, there's still these amorous feelings that show themselves fully now as life depletes from his wrecked body, looking happy to take his own life for Scaramouche in his weakened state.
At least he was able to save him from being destroyed when he took the gnosis from him and sent it back to Snezhnaya. At least he was able to do that much. But now he'll gladly die, if this is what his Lord wants...
I THINK I GOT IT let me know if I didn't hahaha
Unable to resist, he can only look up to see his opponent studying him, lifting his mask, wanting to see his face. Lifting the mask reveals the blood that's spilled all over him, staining his skin red and dripping down over one eye. There's agony written all over his features, yet somehow managing to stay awake and in control of his transformation.
As he stares upward, something in his mind shifts, something that falls in line with those last words.
'I can be quite a benevolent god.'
It soothes him and takes him by the hand, opens up the hidden corners of his heart and mind, beckons him closer. And in his state, Childe isn't able to resist it, gazing upwards at the god in front of him that's giving him the chance to take one last life.
Before he knows it, somehow, his own hands wrap around his own throat, choking himself with as much strength as he can muster. He neither knows how he's able to even lift his arms up to do so, or how he's able to find any strength to squeeze his own life out of him, but none of that matters underneath the benevolent gaze of his new god.
As the lack of oxygen begins to make his mind muddled and confused, there's one thing that floats to the surface underneath the power and control that Scaramouche has been searching for since he woke from the battle between the two men- a strong feeling of love and admiration that exudes from the Eleventh Harbinger that was hiding previously. It's not a warmth that formed as a result of the mind control that's gotten him to want to take his own life, but one that's been there the entire time. How Childe appreciates that Scaramouche has never been like the other Harbingers, straightforward and to the point, unafraid to step out from the shadows unlike some of the other Harbingers. There's admiration for his strength too, Childe always wanting to challenge himself against him. And though Childe finds him rough around the edges and hard to get along with, there's still these amorous feelings that show themselves fully now as life depletes from his wrecked body, looking happy to take his own life for Scaramouche in his weakened state.
At least he was able to save him from being destroyed when he took the gnosis from him and sent it back to Snezhnaya. At least he was able to do that much. But now he'll gladly die, if this is what his Lord wants...