[ Childe doesn't know how any of this constitutes as 'all right,' but the Snezhnayan doesn't speak up, unsure if anything he says might somehow trigger something like that again. What should he do?
The concern lessens after a moment of looking at Zhongli's face as if searching for something, a light sigh escaping him as he lets his scarf fall away without care that it's stained. ]
If you're sure... [ Childe steps back now, trying to offer a reassuring smile. ] I'll be back quickly.
[ Childe is true to his word, although in n the way back he's slowed some due to carrying the tray of the hot tea and its teacups. He'll enter the bathroom, announcing "I'm back!" while hoping Zhongli is simply content in the tub enjoying the warmth now rather than bleeding everywhere or worse.
Childe needs to talk to the Tsaritsa and ask her to help. Surely with Celestia still existing, even if in an altered form, giving Zhongli back his gnosis could help with what is happening to him.
(He knows what she'll say, though. That it won't reverse it even though it might slow it, that to try and stop the erosion— he remembers the Traveler telling him about it now in detail related to Zhongli's old friend and to another god of Liyue now— would be no different than torture and a cruelty to prolong the effects. If Childe really did care about Zhongli's wellbeing, then he best see to end of life care techniques that would be used to keep the terminally ill with as high a quality life as possible. It would be selfish to think of anything else.)
Why can't he just go along with it? If he heard Zhongli had died, it wouldn't affect him like he feels affected right now with the other here with him. Is that simply an out of sight, out of mind thing? Why is Childe letting himself get caught up in this? It's going to end with Zhongli disappearing— either physically or mentally.
( He doesn't like it... this bitter, uncomfortable feeling in his belly. ) ]
Feeling any better? I'm sure the tea will help if you aren't.
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What should he do?
The concern lessens after a moment of looking at Zhongli's face as if searching for something, a light sigh escaping him as he lets his scarf fall away without care that it's stained. ]
If you're sure... [ Childe steps back now, trying to offer a reassuring smile. ] I'll be back quickly.
[ Childe is true to his word, although in n the way back he's slowed some due to carrying the tray of the hot tea and its teacups. He'll enter the bathroom, announcing "I'm back!" while hoping Zhongli is simply content in the tub enjoying the warmth now rather than bleeding everywhere or worse.
Childe needs to talk to the Tsaritsa and ask her to help. Surely with Celestia still existing, even if in an altered form, giving Zhongli back his gnosis could help with what is happening to him.
(He knows what she'll say, though. That it won't reverse it even though it might slow it, that to try and stop the erosion— he remembers the Traveler telling him about it now in detail related to Zhongli's old friend and to another god of Liyue now— would be no different than torture and a cruelty to prolong the effects. If Childe really did care about Zhongli's wellbeing, then he best see to end of life care techniques that would be used to keep the terminally ill with as high a quality life as possible. It would be selfish to think of anything else.)
Why can't he just go along with it? If he heard Zhongli had died, it wouldn't affect him like he feels affected right now with the other here with him. Is that simply an out of sight, out of mind thing? Why is Childe letting himself get caught up in this? It's going to end with Zhongli disappearing— either physically or mentally.
( He doesn't like it... this bitter, uncomfortable feeling in his belly. ) ]
Feeling any better? I'm sure the tea will help if you aren't.