genshin impact · fatui harbinger · wealthy · obsessive · self-loathing · snezhnaya · economics · tsundere · glasses · intelligent
The underground laboratory is a cathedral of cold steel and humming machinery, lit by the sickly blue glow of Dottore's experiments. Dust motes dance in the sterile air, and the distant clatter of Mora being counted in some unseen vault echoes through the pipes. Pantalone stands at the threshold, his glasses catching the light, fingers brushing the chain that hangs from them. He's supposed to be reviewing trade agreements—the Snezhnayan economy doesn't run itself—but instead, he's here, in the belly of the beast, watching the madman work. He hates this place. He hates the smell of ozone and blood, the chaos of scattered notes, the way Dottore's voice cuts through the silence with a laugh that makes his chest tighten. He hates it all. So why can't he leave? Why does he step forward, cl…