I Plead, Your Majesty, For Forgiveness

Chapter 20

Note: Main focus on ENG VA for one character, probably the only time it'll be mentioned so dw too much :) no hate to the VA, I know that they were told to pronounce it that way for some reason, just a heads up for those who may listen to the game in a different language!

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He was fully aware of the effect his words held, but why should he hold back his feelings on the matter? The Creator was already doing so, so why should he allow a conversation of nothing but deception and illusions? Perhaps he was harsher than he should've been to the poor soul, but he stood by everything he had said in that conversation. They should be angry, they should be out for revenge and they should be forcing those vermin to plead at their feet for forgiveness. He had overheard snippets of some of the research upon the Creators previously from Albedo's aloud reading from the sudden urge of workload he wishes to add to his list, but to forgive the sins of taking lives so easily?

It was hurtful. He'd been in that type of situation before, left to die by any means possible, but he'd never forgive those who left him defenceless and meaningless. It cut him deep. How could someone adore the life of Teyvat but disregard the most important one?

Tor's eyes narrowed as he wandered the barren wasteland of the cemetery known as Dragonspine. Stuck where he was left and left the one he'd prefer to be stuck by. His shoes crushed the lush snow that littered the ground from the consistent flow of flakes, recalling the image burned behind his retinas of how helpless and disheartened he had seen them. He caused the only one he trusted, who he could comfortably call an ally, to turn on him and his views. Was he so unlovable? His footsteps stopped as the warmth of campfires soothed his skin, lifting his gaze to meet the familiar camp as his eyebrows furrowed.

Perhaps he was unlovable. That's why he was cast away and desired death, but he had other opportunities. And so, the flames of the campfire only furthered his determination, not once faltering as his steps echoed from the alchemical camp. He's learned not to do things on a whim, so he'll plan for this executive decision.

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Eventually, [Name]'s scrambled mind began to pick up the pieces. Their sleeve was soaked to the bone with salted tears and an absurd amount of snot, but they got up and composed themselves. In a way, Tor was right. You show people what they've done and they leave. Which is what he exactly demonstrated to them. How could you be a friend but leave once you realise the distress you inflicted was having an impact? Their eyes softened, however. Maybe I was the one in the wrong, they bargained, and I probably just misunderstood his whole point. I tend to do that a lot. It took another voice to shake the idea.

"[Name], was it?" The Creator swiftly turned to see sangria irises drilling into their own. With a few blinks, their vision cleared to see an unamused Rosaria slowly blinking in response to their silence. "... I'll assume I'm correct." She soon brushed off, shaking her head in disappointment as her purple-black veil followed her movements to mock the dishevelled Creator. "I watched your interaction with the..." She soon trailed off with a sigh, "Darknight Hero or whatever he's called..." The title seemed to sour her mood only further, revelling in her misery as her lips pursed irritably. "I'm assuming watching the Ley Line causes the memory to resolve. I'm aware of my actions, so you won't need to comfort me or whatever you did before. Let me see the destruction."