[ Matrimony with an attempted mass murderer is probably the closest thing to sacrilege there is. He's the scum of the earth, Zhongli! Ignoring the stuffy formality caged up in those words: ]
Oh? Like who? [ Setting the bingo card down, Childe peers over the glass, lashes casting heavy shadows on his face. ] A lot can change in a short time. No one special you're leaving high and dry right now?
[ Six thousand years is a long time to stay single. Surely Morax, with all of his worldly experience, already has someone to call entirely his own. ]
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Oh? Like who? [ Setting the bingo card down, Childe peers over the glass, lashes casting heavy shadows on his face. ] A lot can change in a short time. No one special you're leaving high and dry right now?
[ Six thousand years is a long time to stay single. Surely Morax, with all of his worldly experience, already has someone to call entirely his own. ]