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It would be dishonest of her to assume that such a fate could ever be averted.
Of course, it was a mediocre life that she had lived. Reflecting back on it, Arlecchino could not be dishonest with herself and say that it had been "good". Objectively, she had suffered greatly in the process of becoming The Knave, and even beyond that, Arlecchino's life was one of constant vigilance.
Objectively, there was very little to miss, on her part. Nothing that was left, anyways.
This cursed existence of hers was coming to an end. There was no room to be angry about it. Since the day she had been born, this had been the invariable result. It may as well have been written in prophesy.
Cursed balemoon bloodfire snaked across the world, from the moon overhead to the roots of Irminsul, and across the leylines to every corner of Teyvat. The earth shook and the sky filled with red light, and Arlecchino became aware of everything beneath the moon as though it were her own eyes.
People ran and shook, and hid within their houses. Adult and children, mortal and god, gazed up at the ruinous sky, and feared for their lives in equal measure. The air smelt of ash, and all power failed to touch the extent of her reach.
Such a horrific sight did not dissuade her of this path, but for the children who hid from her power, including her own. Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, all of her children... why did they hide, even knowing that she was the source of this calamity?
Had she not taught them better, than to cower in fear, and to cry?
Could she not reach from the heavens, and offer them a hand by which to pull themselves to their feet?
It didn't really matter. The world would burn, and a new one would replace it. One free of that limiting concept called "fate", which had demanded impossibly much of them all.
Her children would be afraid for this fleeting moment, and then it would be over.
Content enough with that, Arlecchino smiled a sad smile, and felt herself burn away.