Peace and love
scaramouche ft childe showing the correct way to speak to short people
the last one is a bit cheesy BUT BARE WITH ME GHYS ITS SO CUTE IT HAPPENED IN MY HWART I LOVE CHEESY CHSCR AUGHH MY POOKSSHDJDN
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beautifully said
The moment when he loses the Gnosis was the moment he loses himself once again.
His weapon, his tool, his...toy.
He didnt want to rule a nation or to destroy another one just because; he wanted to be recognize as someone of value & worth of affection.
The moment he releases that he lost the battle and is going to get the gnosis taken back, is the moment when he starts to have a crisis.
His theatrics and his play of being a god ends; and he begins to plead, asking to please return his "toy" back to him.
He curses, filled with hatred & rage towards the ones that took his toy away, - even if it is for his own good and the sake of others - yet, he doesn't understands this.
"Anything but the gnosis...!"
As a kid, he treasures his toys with great care, and as a kid, he loses he's own control when there are no more toys to play anymore.
He screams & cries, then the wires connecting him to the mecha break aggressively.
He even breaks and hangs from the machine where he is, humiliating himself in desperation to recover what he believes belongs to him.
"I'll never... I'll never go back!"
When his toy was taken away, he lets us know that he doesn't want to go back to his life as The Balladeer.
Where his only purpose was to be subject of experiments and to be used for someone else's plans.
Then he stumbles in his recklessness...
Just to fall deep in his misery & feeling of emptiness.
Now, he's shut down and doesn't respond to any stimulus.
It looks like he enters in a process of grief or depression, which is totally understandable.
He lost a precious thing, something he considered that made him worth of affection & respect, something he has been searching all his life.
He is again… lost in a deep slumber.
But he's not they boy he used to be hundred of years ago.
He's not Kunikzushi anymore, nor he is Kabukimo or The Balladeer, or even Scaramouche.
He doesn't even have a name.
But that's no sign of defeat or emptiness, it is a sign of a new beginning, a sign of choice.
The story of the puppet soldier & the ballerina doll really help to understand him better.
The search to be smth else than a simple & still soldier, to become a beautiful ballerina.
Being threw to the fire and turning into ashes.
But discovering at the end that there's still a hearth within the soldier.
Fortunately, for his own sake…or the good of others, he has people that will help him find a new meaning in his new life.
Not as the puppet of an archon, nor as a Fatui Harbinger, & not even as an omnipresent god.
But as a simple, yet persevering Wanderer.
by the way i'm the reason why they send weathermen into hurricanes and shit. "it's needless and dangerous!!!!!" i don't care. every day i call into CNN and demand they send their most pathetic newscaster into a storm to watch them be knocked down by wave and wind and they sigh and say yes ma'am. and i do this all for nasty, sexual purposes, if you were wondering.
A few sillies before the year ends. Happy holidays everyone!
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LETS GO CHILD LABOR FORCE LETS GO