The constant pushing of the puppet's foot against his hand now is starting to frustrate him, and Childe decides now that it's not worth having to put up with. It hurts, to use his aching muscles to keep him from pushing a bone into a part of his body where it doesn't belong. Using the strength from Scaramouche's leg, he pushes against it to help him stand up a bit easier, taking a few pained steps backwards from the bed and away from the chair so he can't kick him. Childe sighs, in a way he can see this from his companion's side, but that doesn't mean he agrees with how he's handled himself.

"You should have known it would come to this. Did you really think we'd allow you to keep the gnosis for yourself? There's a reason why I don't enjoy associating with any of the other Harbingers, and this is a prime example. The Doctor simply used you just to see if he could do it, if he could create a god. You were just the guinea pig that didn't work out."

The words are harsh, and quite frankly right now he doesn't care if he angers Scaramouche by saying it. He betrayed the Tsaritsa by first making off with the gnosis, and now he has the audacity to be upset when they took it back from him. Disgusting in all ways.

"And now you want to act like the only possible solution to your downfall is death...and maybe you're right. Maybe I should have left you there to perish."