Unstable

Tartaglia's vision isn't working and maybe won't work ever. Possibly it all started when he heard someone's voice who call from depths of the seas of Fontaine. Ajax wanted answers and he’ll get them. In Liyue is lovely sunny weather like in every Friday. No storms, resurrections of archons or their deaths were planned, at least not by Zhongli. Today just last day on work, before a weekend. Hu Tao left the funeral service's office a couple of hours ago. Old man went from office too, but right now and just for a few minutes. He take a breath of freshly squeezed air. The city was noisy, which made Zhongli smile. People leave and are replaced by others, and everyone continues to live. It make him happy. Zhongli approaches the railing. The office is located in a fairly hidden place, despite the noise, there are no people near the archon. Maybe some day will be last in his life, possibly it's day be tomorrow or be or will be in hundreds of years. At least Morax had wonderful Life, which he will not regret. The noise still seeps into every street of Lyuie, only the Archon no longer stands on these streets, remembering all sorts of nonsense. Now he is in.... his hands. Tartaglia didn't look good. His clothes are scratched and full of holes, his hair is disheveled, and his favorite red mask hides a familiar face. But even through the mask you can see the blue eyes. Ajax wanted to sleep. —Xian Shen... how long time ago we met last time?—ask he calmly. Zhongli didn't understand how he got here in this stranger place with a starry sky and an endless empty surface. But the archon didn't want to ask that question to the psycho who hugging him and holding hydro blades in his hands. —Two and a half years ago was our last meeting. — Answer Zhongli to red-haired boy. Harbinger put his head on his shoulder. — I missed you. Yes, perhaps it wasn't love at all... and you are the archon of contracts, not love, but you are still dear to me, even when you cold in hot weather.—Zhongli didn't answer.— Did you miss someone? Not me, I know what I am not good enough for you, right?—Tartaglia squeezes him by the sleeves. ZhonLi takes a deep breath. — Ajax, I missed you too.—Lied to Fatui the archon. For him, some miserable two years just flew by like a second. he didn't even have time to notice the redhead's absence.— And I am happy to see you. Childe was smiling. — Oh, Xian Shen… I haven’t heard lies more terrible than what you said now. Zhongli frowns with displeasure. — I see. Are you upset? Tartaglia fell silent. He just was tired. He didn’t even have time to move away before he fell to the ground exhausted. Archon looked at him without any feelings. Zhong felt only pity. Other feelings for Ajax to old man seemed disgusting. — Good night Harbinger of Fatui.