#Here's a late-stage Fischl from the verse at the edge of her descent

[sercphs]

@melodicbreeze​ asked:

“Please don’t deny me the chance to help my people.”

“Your people?”

        Metallic hands clench, and teeth grit - those words stirred up a deep ire within her. A chance to help his people?

        After all of the neglect he had shown them, taking a little nap while Mondstadt went to hell? And now he’s asking for a chance to help them?!

        No part of her wanted to face him when he spoke, but the quiet anger deep inside the built up wasn’t something she could hide. That burning passion that had welled up inside, exacerbated by the Will of Shamash that now burned at the back of her mind. The influences of those that guided her - the Kaslana who taught her more about Shamash, and her cruel mentor...

“What right do you have... To call them your people?!”

As anger wells within her voice, she turns to face him - hands clenched in angry fists, teeth bared as she glares him down.

“You’re nothing! You’ve done nothing but abandon them in times of need! You let tyranny set in repeatedly! You’ve only failed!”

        A step forward, a finger pointed at him as the temperature slowly rises around her, the telltale sign of one of the great changes she’d experienced.

“You don’t have the right to call them your people anymore, Barbatos!”