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  1. Public Bookmark 88

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    The other Harbingers claim that Dottore commited treason. Her Majesty has yet to determine Her final verdict.
    When The Doctor stumbles inside the Regrator's home, asking for his aid, Pantalone can't stop himself from smiling.

    ''How will we ever seize authority from the gods, if surpassing them becomes treason?’’
    How could he ever argue with that?

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    Dottore lives: Pantalone helps him remain a harbinger, and a little more problem-causing.

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  2. Public Bookmark 59

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    Tartaglia has only been a harbinger for half a month and he likes to think hes doing a fairly good job learning to get along with his new colleagues.
    The problem is he doesn’t really know anything about the regrator and a meeting with him doesn't clear anything up either.

    Thank the Tsaritsa even the renowned harbingers aren't immune to break room gossip behind the their comrades back. This is surely the best way to learn about the banker that occupies the ninth seat, right?

    Basically, I wanted to write about the harbingers oppinion on Pantalone and Dottores relationship behind their backs. Lol.

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    30 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 11

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    Arlecchino told herself it was routine. The palace halls required patrol, and the newest Harbinger's quarters happened to fall along her route. Nothing more.

    Or, Arlecchino is overly concerned about the newest Harbinger. He's only a child, after all.

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    30 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 9

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    "You have said yourself that you are the most selfish of all the segments," Pantalone had pointed out, then. "Such an effort doesn't particularly seem to align with this claim."

    "Living and dying together has a way of binding two parties together rather closely, as I have said to you many times before." You are a vital organ to my functioning, just as I am to yours. I am keeping you, on borrowed time as we may be. "Is it not selfish of me to want to keep my only friend by my side for far longer than either of us deserves?"

    And this, Pantalone had been unable to argue with—for how could he, when he, too, holds such a desire? It is only human to want, after all, and to want for the whole soul of another to be inextricably bound to your own is perhaps the most selfish want of all. Such is how a desire as intimate as this one finds itself in the hearts of Teyvat's most heartless men. By the gods who have forsaken us, what a pair in hell we make.

    Alternatively: A collection of memories, a timeline of a relationship. Call it what you will; it does not matter—for we are men on borrowed time, and men such as us ought never to have experienced these moments at all.

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    30 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 11

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    He has never known an impulse to heal until the day the banker crossed his gurney, battered and bruised and covered in a number of stab wounds that for once, Dottore did not long to tear open but to stitch together. Knowing he was at death's door, the man had still smiled, and he spoken to Dottore with such tranquility that Dottore had known, then, that this man was worth keeping, and for once had longed not to break, but to heal.

    And it is with Pantalone at his side that Dottore has learned that perhaps he is not alone in this world, for here is another like him. Here is another man who does not know kindness, for the world has forsaken him, too. Your violent, bloodstained hands in mine, at the softness of your touch I come undone.

    Alternatively: An attempt by broken men to define those delicate things which they were never taught. It is a shame, indeed, that they have not known such grace until each other.

    Inspired by a poem, which can be found here.

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    30 Jun 2026