[ Reflexively, one of Zhongli's hands reaches out to cover Ajax's as if he could reach out to the young suffering kit. A kit that is much younger and white but still ultimately he recognizes to be Ajax. A kit who had suffered something terrible and might still be suffering, yet he sees none of that reflected in Ajax's eyes. Only a warm smile and perked ears at the mention of a potential treat.
(What on Teyvat had happened to this poor boy? And how could anyone not be driven mad by that amount of negative energy?)
But as with all things related to the God of Contracts and fairness, Ajax will get a vision of his own. While not having racked up as much karmic debt as the other Adepti, Morax was not immune to its effects. Time and time again, he had made the lesser of two awful choices, the regret and fear and anger of the results clinging to him like a second skin that he could never shed.
In this vision, Ajax will see Zhongli robed in vibrant whites and golds. Regal and majestic with none of the bumbling warm presence that he exudes in Inazuma. His face is expressionless — no pity no remorse and no happiness as below him writhing tentacles of water cry out in anger and vengeance. "Morax." The sound is hissed like lava coming in contact with cool water. "You would side with them. You would do this to me. Are the humans with their useless lives and unending greed so precious to you? Morax!!!" Before the voice and water is silenced underneath the stone. ]
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(What on Teyvat had happened to this poor boy? And how could anyone not be driven mad by that amount of negative energy?)
But as with all things related to the God of Contracts and fairness, Ajax will get a vision of his own. While not having racked up as much karmic debt as the other Adepti, Morax was not immune to its effects. Time and time again, he had made the lesser of two awful choices, the regret and fear and anger of the results clinging to him like a second skin that he could never shed.
In this vision, Ajax will see Zhongli robed in vibrant whites and golds. Regal and majestic with none of the bumbling warm presence that he exudes in Inazuma. His face is expressionless — no pity no remorse and no happiness as below him writhing tentacles of water cry out in anger and vengeance. "Morax." The sound is hissed like lava coming in contact with cool water. "You would side with them. You would do this to me. Are the humans with their useless lives and unending greed so precious to you? Morax!!!" Before the voice and water is silenced underneath the stone. ]