[ There's absolutely no way this man is who he's looking for. He can't be.
Days of shadowing a no-name stranger and he has absolutely nothing to show for it. It's almost exasperating, in a way (and in a way feels like elder abuse? but he can't quite put his finger on it), and he makes a mental note to thoroughly thrash whoever provided the intel at his earliest convenience. Maybe once he finally gets back to Snezhnaya he won't be so embittered, but for now he's a little more salty than reasonably expected.
It all feels like a giant waste of time, time he could have spent on actually finding Rex Lapis.
This man is no threat. Childe doesn't need much more reason to lower and eventually holster his gun.
... though, admittedly his reaction is surprising. It's not the first response he would have expected from someone on the other end of a gun. How very interesting.
And what kind of person goes around without a wallet? Maybe there's more to this than he thought. ]
Why else do you think I'd be in here with you tonight? [ Subterfuge has never been his forte, and there's a part of him still that wants to thrash the stranger in front of him for all the trouble he's gone through. He's mindful of the sounds of life going on beyond the entrance of their little alleyway, however, and he keeps an ear out for the sound of any approaching footsteps or shouting voices. It's dark enough that one probably wouldn't notice a pair this deep in unless they were actively being looked for.
He remembers the way the man's eyes had almost flashed like gold in the light, and his frown deepens. ]
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Days of shadowing a no-name stranger and he has absolutely nothing to show for it. It's almost exasperating, in a way (and in a way feels like elder abuse? but he can't quite put his finger on it), and he makes a mental note to thoroughly thrash whoever provided the intel at his earliest convenience. Maybe once he finally gets back to Snezhnaya he won't be so embittered, but for now he's a little more salty than reasonably expected.
It all feels like a giant waste of time, time he could have spent on actually finding Rex Lapis.
This man is no threat. Childe doesn't need much more reason to lower and eventually holster his gun.
... though, admittedly his reaction is surprising. It's not the first response he would have expected from someone on the other end of a gun. How very interesting.
And what kind of person goes around without a wallet? Maybe there's more to this than he thought. ]
Why else do you think I'd be in here with you tonight? [ Subterfuge has never been his forte, and there's a part of him still that wants to thrash the stranger in front of him for all the trouble he's gone through. He's mindful of the sounds of life going on beyond the entrance of their little alleyway, however, and he keeps an ear out for the sound of any approaching footsteps or shouting voices. It's dark enough that one probably wouldn't notice a pair this deep in unless they were actively being looked for.
He remembers the way the man's eyes had almost flashed like gold in the light, and his frown deepens. ]
I'm looking for Rex Lapis. Are you him?