[He could leave. Find something to destroy, something that would tug at her heartstrings, punish her for disappointing him, make her think twice about repeating the insult.
He could.
He won't, because as she says, there's a hand on his leash now.
So he sighs, heavily, sheathes his blade, and stomps in the direction of the picnic basket, dropping to sit heavily beside Childe. He will endure this, but he refuses to enjoy it.]
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He could.
He won't, because as she says, there's a hand on his leash now.
So he sighs, heavily, sheathes his blade, and stomps in the direction of the picnic basket, dropping to sit heavily beside Childe. He will endure this, but he refuses to enjoy it.]