[Scaramouche outright scowls at the mention of him being hurt, refusing to turn his gaze up and - honestly thankfully - missing the strained smile. He didn't ask to meet up so the other Inazuman could feel sorry for him, what use does he have for sympathy. He doesn't need it.]

Who said I've been hurt at all? I've watched humans long enough, I know how you are.

[The way he speaks it's something he believes to be truthful. He's been watching life for a long time, how humans treated each other and what being nice got people. It took effort to be nice, to not say things on his mind, to not help merely because people needed it. Not caring and coming off as cruel was not only simpler, usually more entertaining, but often proved more beneficial. For humans regardless of if they were kind or cruel it always ended the same way.

There's no reason to force himself to be something he's not, he enjoys what he is.]

You did, though I thought you meant Teyvat. A world not our own does have quite the allure, even if Inazuma is much prettier than Nippon.

[Finally Scaramouche looks up, catching sight of Kazuha enjoying the scenery and moving on from the more serious topics of conversation - a maple finding its way against the start of his ponytail almost in appreciation.

It's the second time he's seen the man's hand unbandaged, the scaring looking familiar enough that he reaches out a hand in attempts to pull it closer, before he realizes what he's doing and stops himself before he makes contact.]

Is my name suddenly too difficult? Do what you want if it's easier.