“ you know , traveler . “ childe looks especially forlorn , something clearly worrying at him if he lost his flippant attitude . he’s running a rivulet of water over the leather of his gloves , more to keep himself occupied .
childe glanced over at aether with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes , “ you . . . you really would do anything for your sister , wouldn’t you ? you . you would , right ? “ he cleared his throat , ignoring the waver at the end of his words . it’s rare that childe finds himself in moral conflict , but this mission . . . the stakes . . . what the tsaritsa has asked him to do . . .
“ would you do it even if it hurt other people ? people who . who should /not/ be hurt ? would you do it knowing it would hurt people for sure ? “
/ angst time let's go