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Aether dropped to his knees, clutching his heart. It felt like the entire world was spinning. "WHY?!" he cried out. "WHY WOULD YOU KILL MY FUCKING WIFE?!"
His voice echoed, pain infused in every word. "CURSE THIS HORRID LAND OF TEYVAT! WHAT WAS THE REASON THIS HAD TO BE DONE?! MEANINGLESS BLOODSHED! ALL OF IT!" His fists struck the ground below him, along with the tears that fell from his face. His throat closed up. Once his fury burnt out, he could only lay there, a sobbing mess clutching himself tightly. He didn't hold back.
His wails rang out like sirens; the pain possessed his body. He writhed as he screamed. The entirety of Teyvat could probably hear his cries; perhaps even Dottore could from beyond the grave. "Give her back to me. Give her back."