[ It's Childe's voice, but it doesn't come from behind him.
Instead, footsteps resonate all around, and from out of the shadows emerges... Childe. The little boy from before. He's clutching the shortsword from before, but he's not without injuries of his own. His jacket has been torn through with teeth and claws, revealing a mangling of exposed flesh and the gore beneath.
His gaze still carries that same empty expression. There's blood on his sword, and it trembles in his grasp. Behind him, there's the outline of a taller, slender figure, delicate hands clutching at his shoulder. Even bathed in the shadows it's easy to tell it's a woman.
Aether is dropped unceremoniously to the ground when the Electro runs its course, and the Delusion-wielding Childe laughs, the sound ringing through the air. The darkness presses in, tighter, and it carries with it the sounds of gnashing teeth and hungry growls, of saliva dripping into the ground with wet splatters. ]
Heroes aren't supposed to cry.
[ A second voice, more identical to the Childe behind him. The Childe Aether knows emerges, and the way he looks the blond up and down is no better than the treatment the blond had suffered before.
The three speak all as one, voices combining to make their words heard even amongst the cries of the abyssal monsters encroaching steadily. ]
Do you give up, Aether? Do you want to go home? You'll let us kill you, won't you?
cw: very brief mention of gore
[ It's Childe's voice, but it doesn't come from behind him.
Instead, footsteps resonate all around, and from out of the shadows emerges... Childe. The little boy from before. He's clutching the shortsword from before, but he's not without injuries of his own. His jacket has been torn through with teeth and claws, revealing a mangling of exposed flesh and the gore beneath.
His gaze still carries that same empty expression. There's blood on his sword, and it trembles in his grasp. Behind him, there's the outline of a taller, slender figure, delicate hands clutching at his shoulder. Even bathed in the shadows it's easy to tell it's a woman.
Aether is dropped unceremoniously to the ground when the Electro runs its course, and the Delusion-wielding Childe laughs, the sound ringing through the air. The darkness presses in, tighter, and it carries with it the sounds of gnashing teeth and hungry growls, of saliva dripping into the ground with wet splatters. ]
Heroes aren't supposed to cry.
[ A second voice, more identical to the Childe behind him. The Childe Aether knows emerges, and the way he looks the blond up and down is no better than the treatment the blond had suffered before.
The three speak all as one, voices combining to make their words heard even amongst the cries of the abyssal monsters encroaching steadily. ]
Do you give up, Aether? Do you want to go home? You'll let us kill you, won't you?