[The abrasive dismissal of his sympathy is expected; Kazuha didn’t think it would be received gracefully, but he thought it worth saying anyway. The topic of watching humanity brings some other curious thoughts to his mind, since it’s a reminder that his companion is ethereal as he is prickly.]

Is spending time with me similar to spending time with a stray dog?

[Not that he wants to compare himself to a dog, but there were many times Scaramouche spoke that made him sound like he held distain for humans just for solely being human. He knows that humans were often mired in their own petty struggles, so he struggles to understand how the immortal perceives them from his own mortal perspective.]

I don’t see why I should limit myself to just Teyvat. Nippon is— I’ve witnessed first hand that time is unreliable. I want to witness and record things that time has eroded away. At the very least, one person can remember them.

[He noticed the way that the other reaches for his hands, stopping himself before he makes contact. It should make him uncomfortable that someone so closely connected to Ei wants to look at the scar—]

You wanted to see my hand?

[Boldly, he grabs Scaramouche’s hand with scarred fingers, circling around his wrist. He strokes his fingers up his palm before settling against it. The scarring feels very smooth and tight compared to normal skin, though it’s twisted and webbed into itself. The hand was clearly almost ruined.]

When a Vision dies, it’s sometimes very violent. I’m sure you’ve seen it before.