Many of us accompanied a traveler from time to time I encountered him.

[He says as he leads the way out of the bar. He stands under the stars for a moment. He doesn’t look back. He feels closer to being alive than he has in centuries. It’s like snapping awake.

He leads his companion through lesser known streets. His voice calls back to another time.]

We fought each time. He was vicious, as ruthless as the ocean itself. And just as playful. He enjoyed fighting.

He lived for it.

If he were to live again he would immediately find an opponent and challenge them. I felt all of this each time we crossed blades. Kaeya would tell you the same. Fighting him you had to give everything to the fight. Or die.

[He had respected his strength. Come to respect him as a warrior. The only Fatui to gain his respect. They were on opposing sides but one could respect an opponent who wasn’t evil. The Tartaglia had a code of honor and moral reasoning. It was iffy at times but he stuck to it.]

…I had heard none could gain his title. But I thought it hearsay.