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"This is the result of my work, with you, I can control the billion mora industry...I'll figure out something, that even after your death, your blood will serve it's purpose. You are to come with me!" Dottore shouted in the room, as he began closing up towards you, and laughing devilishly. You shook in fear as your survival instincts were making you step backwards, although you know that there is no running away from this. This is your fate, and it has been decided before you were even created. You are Defne and you are made to be the victim of trafficking, that is your only purpose of your blood as Dottore stated. This outcome should not scare you and unacceptance is not going to change it.
Your watched dreadfully as he closed the distance between you and used the same tactic the other Fatui used back when you went to get a drink with Nilou. He wanted you alive, so he strangled you with his one arm around your torso and pressed the fabric on your mouth. Again you knew not to be breath in, but why? This is going to be your end destination, it is meant to happen, so there is no reason to try and alter it. Then why aren't you breathing in? But why would you want to live, if this your fate?
It was not a survival instinct to stay alive, it your soul being desperate. For the meaningful relationships you've built, for the goals you wanted to achieve so badly, for your mother even though you're not sure if you still hold a place in her heart, for Cyno...Maybe after struggling, you'll be able to live normally like a normal scholar and spend time with them again. If you're going to die from not getting any oxygen in, so be it. You kept holding in your breath, clinging on that hope. Just a little longer, you'll find a way out of it, you'll figure something out.
Dottore's displayed his lavish grin as he observed you losing energy. You were one breath away from a lifetime of regret before the door burst open. Revealing the man who came in just in time, paused in terror as he witnessed the image of you suffering which has the potential to haunt him until his grave.
He moved in a blitz as he jumped on his prey, throwing his spear with accurate perfection and causing him to drop your body. Hearing you fall harshly on the ground, he threw himself on Dottore, but he was a Harbringer. Underestimating their power will lead to your death, and that consequence almost befell Cyno. Dottore unleashed his inhuman power, changing the trajectory of the hunter-prey scenario into dominance and created distance between him and Cyno.
He watched in terror after comprehending that what he was dealing with was something much more challenging then his initial interpretation of the situation. As his eyes landed on your figure, he felt the same old feeling he hated the most, causing him to lose composure. You were struggling to get up and stay connected to the world, refusing to let the little amount of anaesthetic gas take its effect on you.
He turned his head back to his opponent. "Focus on me! I am your enemy!"
"You're my enemy?" Dottore's laugh echoed against the ancient walls. "All that you were is an arrow pointing at her. I finnaly got to her, all thanks to you! You are not my enemy, if anything you helped me the most and you're not even aware of it."
