Now that is rich. Scaramouche starts to laugh, his shoulders shaking as he does.
"Oh? Is it my fault now?"
Still, he is very aware of the fact that these new powers come with certain 'perks'. And he is still not entirely able to understand them fully or control them completely. But he knows what he has heard, what he has felt. And he also knows he can abuse that. After all, it is what humans did to him, not? Because once he loved and cared, until they all decided to crush that, to take it for granted and leave him behind.
"Wasn't I something for you to play with, worm?" His hand stills on Childe's cheek. "You didn't allow me to perish as I wanted to. You wanted to fix me and keep me as some sort of...punching bag, not? Out of love?" And then he starts to laugh a little harder. "Hmm...how the tables have turned..."
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"Oh? Is it my fault now?"
Still, he is very aware of the fact that these new powers come with certain 'perks'. And he is still not entirely able to understand them fully or control them completely. But he knows what he has heard, what he has felt. And he also knows he can abuse that. After all, it is what humans did to him, not? Because once he loved and cared, until they all decided to crush that, to take it for granted and leave him behind.
"Wasn't I something for you to play with, worm?" His hand stills on Childe's cheek. "You didn't allow me to perish as I wanted to. You wanted to fix me and keep me as some sort of...punching bag, not? Out of love?" And then he starts to laugh a little harder. "Hmm...how the tables have turned..."