I Plead, Your Majesty, For Forgiveness

Chapter 21

"You're a determined soul, Rosalyne."

It's all she could think about. She had been told about the love The Creator held that rivaled the Goddess of Love herself, but she rendered it a useless and menial piece of trivia once the fatality of mortality left her empty and vengeful. What type of divinity would allow love to be wasted? But hearing those words, it was something Signora — no, Rosalyne — never realised she needed. Her journey of avenging her lost partner, who she deemed her Dearest One rather than this unclear entity most of the Fatui believed Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa, had made up, was finally acknowledged and justified. Perhaps her methods were indeed cruel, she agreed with the sentiment the Creator told her straight, but she abided by her terms and her goal.

The Tsaritsa helped her get this far and the Creator praised her efforts. It wasn't enough, but it left an inkling of satisfaction in her aching, scorched heart that she tried to bury in snow and ice of delusion. Her way to the boat was a meaningful journey of self-reflection, allowing her stare to soften ever so slightly as she cast her gaze to her tainted, stained with sin hands. She was a determined soul. And no amount of ice would get in the way of that.

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[Name]'s journey, however, was on the opposite side of the spectrum. Their face burned with humiliation over being so bold and their mind hazed with complaints and insults directed at nobody but themselves. What if she thought I was a dork saying that? 'You're a determined soul', ugh! Who do you think you are? Within their silent tantrum, their palm landed against the overview waypoint and let the land of Teyvat decide their journey. With a disappointed sigh, their eyes shut to try to recollect their thoughts. They slowly opened them once more as they felt their weight shift, shaking away the haziness of the journey, and glanced around to see their location. "Argh, here again?!"

They huffed as they glared down towards the ground, realising they were on yet another mountain in Liyue. However, it was the waypoint opposite the mountain Xiao had left them on when they first met him physically. Surely Teyvat was toying with them now. With an irritable sigh, they held their palm out as Venti's Viridescent Hunt materialised into their hand as their fingers curled around the bow.

"I'm glad I never gave it back." They grumbled, shaking their head as they struggle to find a good side of the cliff to plunge from. So, they let their frustration lead their impulse and just plunged from where they were ar the time. Once they hit the ground, they went to throw the weapon to the grass; however, the laws of Teyvat prohibited the action as the bow left the material plane before anything could hit. Their anger only grew. "Stupid bow." With their eyebrows furrowed, they kept their gaze on the ground as they stomped forward to the waterfall. "There's even a waypoint lower," they spat, "but noo, I have to go to the mountain one!"

The air filled with their curses, causing some of the wildlife to rush off anxiously as the whopperflowers underground shook as [Name] brushed past the pseudo-flowers. Their fury blinded their own senses, especially sight, as they focused on their monologue until they were cut abruptly short once their foot caught on something and they went tumbling to the ground. The nearby birds flew off at the sound, further mocking the Creator as they laid on the ground silently.