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The snow. The wind. The cold. Everything about the snowy landscape of his home country, he had missed so dearly, felt strange. Wrong.
He felt pathetic. There he was home, after years of being away in a foreign nation just to miss said nation as soon as he leaves.
It was illogical.
Why did he miss Liyue.
There was nothing left for him.
Everyone hated him there and how could they not.
He almost drowned Liyue Harbor and summoned an old enemy of their late god. Or rather not so late.
After all Morax was still alive and well and apparently thought it would be a good use of his time to perceive him.
The thought made his gut turn.
He really thought he had finally found someone that understood him.
How could he have been so naive??
Things never turn out well for him. Never since the Abyss at least.
And there he thought he finally had a friend. Someone he could trust.
Morax used this weakness of him.
He felt sick for getting used like that.
But Morax wasn't the only one.
Signora too.
She knew of the plan but decided to kept him in the dark.
He didn't buy it. She always looked for a reason to fool him.
His age was a mockery to her, he still considered it to be envy of his achievements.
It didn't matter.
In the end Childe was the perceived one. The perfect little tool to use and then throw away without a second thought.
A burning was creeping up the back of his throat.
All the betrayal and hate had made him lonely and craving for something.
He didn't know what exactly that was but what he had with Morax was the closest he ever got to it.
But that was gone now.
There was nothing left besides memories.
Would the god remember him? Willingly spent a thought on him, he who was an enemy. Had their friendship meant anything at all?
What about the nights they had spent together?
Had everything been fake from the start?
Only one person could answer that.
But that thread now laid in the past.
There was no going back and there were no answers.
All he could do was look forward.
Maybe one day he'll forget the god with his amber eyes and the piercing look, begging to tell stories of other times.
He would surely try his best.
But deep down he knew it was hopeless.
One thing he left in Liyue with Morax.
He just hoped the god would take good care of his broken hearts pieces and their stories.