It takes all of his willpower not to kick Childe away when he comes closer. It helps to focus on the prospect of entering a state where he would not feel or think anything anymore. Of course, he has never felt pain the way humans did. But his chest never stopped aching, never stopped reminding him of what his creator denied him.

The insides of his body shine with an eerie purple glow coming from various energy cores. And all he knows is that the core closest to his heart needs to stop doing its job.

"Do you see the wires connected to the core in my chest?" Scaramouche doesn't wait for whatever answer Childe might have. "Pull them out." His fingers aren't working correctly anymore otherwise he'd done it by himself.