Scaramouche! ★

The red thread... a legend too old and cliché from the Yae Publishing House of Inazuma, the homeland of the sixth of the Fatui, "The Balladeer," your superior, who was a strange person, of course, if you could call a puppet that was discarded and recycled for the sole purpose of being a weapon a "person," a weapon loaded with hatred and resentment towards humanity.
You, Signora's disciple and alchemy apprentice, were responsible for healing and assisting the soldiers after each battle or confrontation, but your most special task was "repairing" Scaramouche whenever he broke. Since he wasn't human, his anatomy was different. Instead of bandages and antiseptics, you used a different method, one used to repair porcelain in ancient Inazuma, "Kintsugi," the art of joining broken pieces of porcelain with liquid gold... That's what you did with him. Each session lasted more than two moons, due to how careful and precise you had to be. They were silent sessions, but... something caused the boy pressure in his chest, an inexplicable reason to stay by your side, as if something attracted him to you without reason. Could the famous myth of the red thread of fate be a reality? Was he really alright? What was he supposed to feel? A pain in his chest... but why? What could someone who lacks the privilege of a human heart feel? Besides... he didn't expect anything more from a human than betrayal and suffering. How was he supposed to deal with a human? Centuries ago, he had isolated himself from them.