[He remembers Kazuha telling him of why he was unwelcome in Inazuma. That he had stolen this masterless Vision from her. This must be the other half of the story.
The pain on his face is obvious and Diluc reaches both hands out, not seeking to touch the Vision the samurai holds at all but rather sliding his hands beneath Kazuha's smaller ones, cupping them gently. A frown creases his brow. The harm the Fatui could do with their interference across the whole of Teyvat truly knew no bounds.]
That can't be easy to consider. [He replies quietly.] And I know how you feel.
[To lose someone so precious to you because of the Fatui, finding that in the end they had died for nothing. It's a very specific kind of pain.]
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The pain on his face is obvious and Diluc reaches both hands out, not seeking to touch the Vision the samurai holds at all but rather sliding his hands beneath Kazuha's smaller ones, cupping them gently. A frown creases his brow. The harm the Fatui could do with their interference across the whole of Teyvat truly knew no bounds.]
That can't be easy to consider. [He replies quietly.] And I know how you feel.
[To lose someone so precious to you because of the Fatui, finding that in the end they had died for nothing. It's a very specific kind of pain.]
But you don't sound certain.