Y/n was a woman who had lost everything, while Scaramouche was a puppet on the road to the one thing he'd always been searching for. Through Y/n's crimes against the Fatui, they met when Scaramouche sought her out to execute her, but things didn't q...
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II. ENTRY
Entry #1 I've been worried about something. I've always wondered, but I'm concerned what'll happen when Dad dies. More specifically, what'll happen to Dmitri. I'm not sure if I'll be able to take care of him by then, or if I even should. I've become more depressed these last couple of weeks, and I keep having these thoughts that won't seem to go away. I'm sure it has something to do with Dad and his work with the Fatui. It surprises me a little, how violent he can be when working. Anyway, because of all the stressors, I decided to get a journal. I hope this will help me.
"Hm," Scaramouche hummed, turning the page to read the second entry. He closed his eyes and sighed. Someone was withholding information from him. There was absolutely zero chance that no one knew that your father was in the Fatui, but of course, the Harbinger hadn't heard about this.
Still, he ignored it and read on.
Entry #2 Vera visited me today. I wasn't sure what to say, since we haven't spoken in a while, but it was nice that she was willing to keep me company. I got to apologize for insulting her the last time we spoke, but to be honest, I'm not sure if I meant it or not. Probably not. I miss when we were close friends, but I don't think we'll ever be the same again. After all, both of us have grown and changed with time. Some people simply aren't compatible. We just don't fit together anymore.
"Vera?" He raised his eyebrows, closing the book. He found his next potential source of information.
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"I've already organized for a ship to get you there."
"Huh? Wait, when did you arrange that?"
"...While you were in Mondstadt. I figured you'd need an escape plan," Ajax shrugged. "The boat leaves tomorrow. And don't worry, I got you a travel permit too."
"...You can't be serious" You replied, your eyebrow twitching. "You just told me I had to leave yesterday. Also, you really didn't trust me to get it done well enough so that no one would know it was me?"
"Did you?"
...
"I thought so."
"You're an asshole," you scoffed. "You're lucky I'm calm today, or else I might have stabbed you already."
Well, he was feeling pretty lucky. Deciding not to upset you any further, he changed the subject of conversation in a lighter direction.
"So how are you doing with your vision?"
"...It feels weird to use," you said reluctantly, glancing over at the Anemo Vision on your desk. "It makes my body... lighter. Almost like there's no gravity."
"Sounds pretty cool," he smiled. "I've never used an anemo vision, but it seems like it'll be useful for you."
"It was useful when I killed Signora," you muttered, stepping over and grabbing the gem with the Snezhnayan-style frame. "And I know you're all about getting stronger and that bullshit, but I don't think the gods would've given you two visions."
