[ He runs—for a door he knows won't lead him out, but he can't stand being in the same room as Alhaitham and Kaveh. Especially Kaveh, when blood still stained his hands and he could still remember the rhythm of the architect's heart. The weight of that heart isn't just Kaveh himself. It is the weight of Tatarasuna. It is the weight of Dottore's deceit. It is the weight of over four hundred years of pain and anger, and now his regret and remorse.
How could a puppet that failed to become a god hope to bear it all?
But alas, the door opens to a white space and for a second it seems he's run out of the room—but then he blinks and Kaveh is before him once more, and there is nothing but a white, illusory expanse behind him, fake as the stars of Teyvat. ]
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How could a puppet that failed to become a god hope to bear it all?
But alas, the door opens to a white space and for a second it seems he's run out of the room—but then he blinks and Kaveh is before him once more, and there is nothing but a white, illusory expanse behind him, fake as the stars of Teyvat. ]
Don't come closer!