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Scaramouche, The Balladeer, 6th of the Fatui harbingers, Kunikuzushi...all of those names feel so unfamiliar as he fell, the ground coming closer every second.
Preparing himself for his inevitable death, he closed his eyes, ready to leave the world behind that has wronged him so much over the past five hundred years.
Images of his mother, his friends, his colleagues flash before his eyes. „Just a few more seconds, and it's all over..." he thinks. But he's wrong. Strong arms wrap around his body, as he gets caught in the air as if he's a falling leaf.
They land safely, and when purple eyes lock with golden, he breaks.