[If the Tsaritsa shows up here one day, he'll deal with the consequences of not destroying Wanderer later, if they even had any memory of him. It seems to him at this point that retaining the memory of Scaramouche is a rarity so far- only himself and Lumine seem to be the ones who know who he is. Which, as far as he's concerned, is fine. It serves his interests anyway, and what more defining of a Harbinger than to be doing something that's doing them a favor.

He scoffs at the dig with the Captain. Sure, he won't deny it- the Captain hasn't bothered to even notice him yet, but one day he would. It's a silent goal for himself in this moment to prove Scaramouche wrong on that front. But the really important point of it all though is exactly what the puppet says here at the end, to which he sighs. That weight and all the emotions he experienced comes back to press on his thoughts, shaking his head.]

I know. Look, I really don't see the point in pointing your past misdeeds to others, so I'm not going to. What's done is done, and my only concern is our sparring matches from here on out. You know I don't care for the other Harbingers- so until Her Majesty shows up here, I really don't care what the consequences are for "coming to your aid." At this point, I doubt even she cares. What is our existences to a god like her anyway? We're just the pawns in this game. Besides...

[He gives Wanderer a wide grin, not hiding his amusement.]

I'd love to see you square off with any of the Harbingers. I'm just sad that I won't be able to join the battle myself.